His Temporary Assistant

One-click WRONG BED BABY now!

INTERESTED IN BISHOP’s STORY?

MY BOSS’S SECRET

Coming Fall 2021

Sleeping with my boss was a mistake. Especially since he took the job knowing I would be under him.

Just like I was before.

When we didn’t know each other. When it was only about hot island nights and passion and recklessness.

But now I work for him, and he’s not satisfied with how I ended things. And if he gets what he wants, I’ll be underneath him in every possible way…over and over again.

One-click MY BOSS’s SECRET now!

And please sign up for our newsletter to find out about more books and fabulous giveaways.

You can also join our super funny and little bit crazy Facebook group, Word Wenches.

We appreciate our readers so much! If you loved the book please let your friends know. That’s what this community is all about.

If you’re so inclined, we’d love a review on your favorite book site.

Now…turn the page for a special sneak peek of WRONG BED BABY now!

Wrong Bed Baby

Moving sucked.

Moving because your bachelor pad for half a decade was being torn down by Gavin Forrester, the hotshot big time developer in town who wanted to build more condos, really sucked.

But getting a hefty payment to help compensate for the inconvenience of moving helped ease the pain. Slightly.

“You gonna get a move on or just keep staring into the back of this SUV like it holds the answers to good sex?”

I didn’t even glance at my best friend Lucky. I knew he’d be looming over the back of my vehicle to show off his biceps to maximum advantage, just in case any ladies happened to wander by.

“I know the answer to that,” I muttered. “And it involves me and a glass of merlot.”

“That’s how you warm yourself up? You sound like a chick, but hey, do what works for you, man.”

I had to laugh. “Shut the hell up, Roberts, and grab the other end of this hutch.”

He elbowed me out of the way. “You might prefer group activities, but I can handle this one on my own, son.” He hefted up the handcrafted oak piece built by my older brother August with a grunt.

The sound made me grin as I stepped back and waved him toward the propped open door to my apartment building. “By all means. I’ll just stand here and cool off with a refreshing beverage.” I popped open the cooler and grabbed a can of lemonade before flipping open the top. “Ahh. Tastes good,” I said as I took an exaggerated swallow.

In a truly spectacular feat, Lucky managed to flip me off before hauling the hutch toward the open door.

Music suddenly spilled out, loud and unrepentant. It wasn’t something you’d hear on the local station either. This was a sinuous, exotic beat, the kind that brought to mind warm breezes, a gorgeous sunset, and an even more gorgeous woman belly-dancing with a colorful snake wrapped around her upper torso.

I took another drink. Or maybe that was just me.

Lucky didn’t seem to pay it any mind as he barreled through the doorway and headed up the stairs with his latest bulky item of furniture.

I turned toward the back of the SUV to take stock of what was left. In short, it was a lot.