Spotlight: A Billion Times No by Kenzie Reed
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His nickname’s Sexy Satan.
For the past three years I’ve called him boss.
So why is he telling everyone that he’s my boyfriend?
Working for Chase Lancaster was supposed to catapult my marketing career. Instead, I’m trapped in personal assistant hell. His hobbies include barking orders, torpedoing my advertising campaigns, and reducing the office staff to tears.
On a good day, he acts like I’m invisible. On a bad day, I remind myself arsenic is not an acceptable sweetener for coffee. And prison orange would be murder on my complexion.
Imagine my surprise when Chase follows me home to Bitter End, North Carolina, where I’m about to endure my ex-fiancé’s wedding.
The moment he chases off my date and offers to pose as my boyfriend, I know he's got a hidden agenda—especially when he plays the part a little too convincingly. Unfortunately, I have to play along to find out what he’s really up to.
To satisfy the town gossip squad, I’ll have to let him kiss me. Who knew Satan’s lips were so soft and inviting? And if we’re really playing the part, we’ll have to go to Lover’s Lane – testing my willpower beyond its limits.
The more time we spend together outside the office, though, the more I see a different side of him. He’s still bossy and demanding, but is it wrong that I find it kind of, well … hot?
This wedding is bound to be hell, so I might as well spend it in the arms of a sexy dev.
Excerpt
I mop off part of the desk, dry it, and then set down the fresh blotter. There are still a few splatters on the end of the desk, though, and Chase is directly in my way.
“Can you please get up so I can finish cleaning?” I huff.
He taps on his keyboard and smiles coldly at me.
“Sorry, but you’ll just have to work around me.”
I try to get revenge by bumping into him several times as I blot up the last of the coffee from his desk. I “accidentally” dig my heel into his foot, and he moves abruptly. Losing my balance, I trip and fall into his lap.
Oh my God. I’m sitting on something that feels like a flashlight stuffed down his trousers. Holy hell. Is he all right, or should he seek medical attention for the swelling? And why is it hard as a rock? Is that because of me?
He smiles politely at my shocked expression.
“Something to say, Miss Abernathy?”
I’m absolutely speechless. I squirm a little and bite back a moan. His smile stretches wider, and I want to die. Preferably impaled on his …
No! I won’t even let myself think it!
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About the Author
I'm a life-long reader of romance, and cut my teeth on Jennifer Crusie books (they were chewy, but flavorful.) I take in rescue dogs, and I've never met a dog I didn't want to add to my pack. I love a good rom com, whether it be in the form of screwball comedy movies from the 1930s, modern day Katherine Heigl/Meg Ryan/Reese Witherspoon/ et cetera laugh-fests, or books by my many favorite authors. I love to hear from readers, so please stop on by www.kenziereed.com or https://www.facebook.com/Kenziereedauthor/ and say hey!
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