Author: Rachael Brownell
Genre: Office Romance
Cover Designer: Cover Me Darling
Publication Date: Mar. 22, 2018
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR
âLike wildfire, rumors are easy to spreadâ¦ and hard to extinguish.â
Flat broke and down on her luck, Emerson Hastings is handed the perfect opportunity. Executive assistant to the head of Creative Marketing at Dixon Advertising. Itâs a chance to prove herself, move up with the company, and land her dream job in media advertising. What Emerson doesnât know is that her boss should come with a warning label. Heâs hotheaded, demanding, and sexy as sin.
When long days turn into late nights with her boss, rumors about Emerson and Ryder begin to spread. By the time they circle back to her, theyâre difficult to ignore, making her attraction to her boss hard to deny. Everyone has an opinion and no one cares if the rumors are true. No one except Emerson.
Rachael is a midwest girl (yes, they say she has an accent but no, she doesn't hear it) who loves to create amazing stories that tug at your heart strings with book boyfriends that you wish were real. She keeps her storylines realistic - either she's heard about it happening to someone or feels that it could happen in real life. She also likes her characters to be relatable so she tries to give them at least one characteristic that is similar to someone she knows.
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From Award-Winning Author Rachael Brownell comes a series of six stand-alone, office romance novels.
Gossip in the break room.
Whispers in the hallway.
Like wildfire, rumors are easy to spread.... and hard to extinguish.
Find out which rumors are fact and which are pure speculation.
âStop fidgeting,â Angela says, shutting off the engine. âItâs not like heâs going to whisk you away to his bedroom and have his way with you. Well, unless you ask nicely.â
âStop it,â I scold as Ryderâs front door opens and my sexy boss appears, sans shirt, his shorts riding low on his hips. âFuck me,â I whisper.
âAll you have to do is ask,â Angela teases as she opens her door, moving swiftly before I have a chance to smack her.
Following her lead, I begin gathering bags from the trunk. When I turn to follow Angela, I find my path blocked.
âHowâs your head?â Ryder asks, taking the bags from my hand.
âOh, yeah. Slept it off. Iâm good.â Iâm fumbling over every word as I stare at Ryder's bare chest.
Iâve seen him without a shirt on before, and yes, I enjoyed the view then, but this is different. Weâre not at the office. No one is around except Angela and she seems to have disappeared. This feels dangerous and dirty, and all I want is to reach out and trace the lines of his peck and maybe his abs. Or the top of his waistband.