After-Hours Negotiation: Can't Get Enough\An Offer She Can't Refuse (Harlequin Office Romance Collection), by Sarah Mayberry, Shoma Narayanan
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Can't Get Enough by Sarah MayberryJack Brook and Claire Marsden have to work together, but they don't have to like it! Of course, that all changes when they get stuck in an elevator and have the best sex ever! Back in the office they're still butting heads, but with an all-new awareness. How long can they resist before having another round of sexy indulgence?
An Offer She Can't Refuse by Shoma NarayananHer interview with Darius Mistry, Mumbai's most prestigious investment fund director, isn't what businesswoman Mallika was expecting. Is he flirting with her? Is she flirting back? Their scorching chemistry makes turning down his job offer difficult, but Mallika has responsibilities. Ones not even Darius's killer charm can make her abandon…
After-Hours Negotiation: Can't Get Enough\An Offer She Can't Refuse (Harlequin Office Romance Collection), by Sarah Mayberry, Shoma Narayanan- Amazon Sales Rank: #473753 in eBooks
- Published on: 2015-03-16
- Released on: 2015-03-16
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Review "Jennifer Greene enchants us with...splendiferous romance..".-- Romantic Times Magazine
About the Author Sarah Mayberry was born in Melbourne, Australia. Ever since she learned to read and write she has wanted to be an author. She studied professional writing and literature before embarking on various writing-related jobs, working as a magazine editor and in various story-related roles on Australia's longest running serial drama, Neighbours. She inherited a love of romances from both her grandmothers and fulfilled her fondest wish when she was accepted for publication.Shoma started reading Mills and Boon® romances at the age of eleven, borrowing them from neighbours so that her parents didn’t find out. At that time the thought of writing one herself never entered her head. But a couple of years ago Shoma took up writing and was amazed at how much she enjoyed it. Now she works at her banking job through the week, and tries to balance writing with household chores during weekends. Her family has been unfailingly supportive of her latest hobby.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Claire Marsden was late. She hated being late almost as much as she hated brussels sprouts. And she hated brussels sprouts a lot. Traffic inched forward, and she craned her head out her window, confirming that the entrance to the company parking complex was just five car lengths ahead. Unfortunately, there were five cars occupying those five car lengths, and they were all moving as though they were powered by arthritic turtles. She willed them to move faster, concentrating intently on the shiny bumper of the pickup in front of her.Nothing. So much for any latent powers of ESP she might have.Might as well use the time to slap on some lipstick. She flipped her visor mirror down and blinked in horror at the too-close image that reflected back at her: eyes red, nose just beginning to peel thanks to too much sun on the weekend and a hefty gob of what her godchild Oscar rather charmingly called "eye booger" in the corner of one eye."Aren't you the belle of the ball," she told her reflection.A dab of moisturizer, some judicious use of Kleenex and a swipe of lipstick went a long way to repairing the damage. She was just completing the last curve of pink-brown lipstick across her lips when the car behind her honked. A jagged lipstick smear raced up her cheek before she could control her reflexes.Realizing the lane was now clear all the way to the coveted car park entrance, she slapped the visor up, deciding to fix her face later. With an apologetic wave for the driver behind her, she accelerated forward and zipped up the entrance ramp with a spurt of speed.Now it was simply a case of snagging her favorite spot near the stairwell, and she could still make her first meeting of the day….She frowned as she pulled up in front of her spot. A shiny red sports car gleamed smugly there, light reflecting off its sleek curves. Its owner had gone to the trouble of reversing in—obviously a fan of the quick getaway. The frown creasing her forehead deepened. She knew the owner of this car, and, indeed, he was fond of the quick getaway; at least a dozen women at Beck and Wise could vouch for just how fond."Stupid slacker," she ground out under her breath as she threw her car into reverse and began trawling for another spot.Everyone knew that spot was hers. She made a point of parking there every day. Okay, so it didn't actually have her name on it—Beck and Wise only reserved parking spaces for its very senior executives—but it was common knowledge.And she knew for a fact that Jack Brook was fully aware of her attachment to the spot; she ignored him every time she passed him on her way to or from her car. Just last week she'd glided coolly past him, not acknowledging his presence with so much as the twitch of an eyelid. So he knew. Oh, yes, he knew.At last she found another spot, a full five rows farther back than her usual one. She turned into it with more verve than necessary, and had to waste precious seconds correcting the error. The contents of her handbag were spread out across her passenger seat after her ad hoc repair mission in the traffic jam, and she scrabbled around until she'd stuffed them all back into her sleek black leather purse. Like much of her life, it looked perfect on the outside, its chaotic contents well hidden from prying eyes.She broke into a fast trot as she cleared the first row of cars, but realized very quickly that no amount of training or conditioning could prepare someone for a hundred-yard dash in leather pumps. Slowing to a tight-assed scamper, she spared a glance for the gleaming red affront in her parking spot as she pushed open the door to the car park stairwell.Jack Brook. Just thinking his name made her grind her teeth. From the moment she'd first laid eyes on him two years ago she'd had his number, and everything she'd heard or seen of him since had only confirmed that initial snap judgment.Too good-looking for his own good—if you liked tall, dark, blue-eyed, broad-shouldered men.Too smart for his own good, too—if you admired creative, clever, arrogant, witty minds.And too damn aware of all of the above, as far as she was concerned.Most of the women at Beck and Wise thought he was dreamy. Most of the men, too, come to think of it. If they weren't admiring his latest magazine article, they were playing racquetball with him after work, or laughing at one of his jokes.And he just made her want to spit. Call it an instinctive rejection of a type of man she'd always found incredibly unappealing. Call it the opposite of sexual magnetism. Whatever, it made her back go stiff whenever she caught sight of his dark head, it compelled her to press her full lips into a tight, ungenerous line at the mere sound of his voice, and it switched her clever tongue to take-no-prisoners mode. Not that it did her much good. Usually he'd just smirk at anything she said and throw some off-the-cuff smart comment her way—and damn him if nine times out of ten she wasn't left floundering and feeling stupid. Another excellent reason to avoid him as much as possible.It wasn't that big a deal, usually. Beck and Wise was a huge publishing company, a media giant that produced hundreds of magazines for the Australian marketplace. Jack worked on a whole different floor to her—when he was in the office—on a whole different selection of magazine titles. If she put some effort into it, she could manage things so that she barely ever saw him.But now he'd slipped his red penis-compensator into her parking spot, and she couldn't simply assign him to his usual category of "necessary evil" and forget about him.The automatic doors to the impressive thirty-story Beck and Wise building swished open as she entered, and she glanced longingly across at the foyer coffee shop as a hit of freshly ground coffee beans washed over her. No time for coffee today. She spared a thought for her favorite double mocha latte, eyeing the distinctive steaming cup in the hands of one lucky, contented customer. Her eyes automatically lifted to scan the coffee-lover's face, and she felt her lips assume their usual streamlined position as she looked into Jack Brook's deep blue eyes.Bastard. Now he had her favorite parking spot and her favorite coffee.She forced herself to look away, concentrating instead on the elevator bank ahead. Checking her watch, she stabbed the up button urgently, then sighed with relief as the doors in front of her opened on a cheery chime. Entering, she punched the button for her floor, then looked up to see Jack bearing down on her, his stride lengthening as he sped up to beat the doors. They made eye contact again, and the corners of his ridiculously blue eyes crinkled as he flashed one of his patented engaging grins at her."Could you…?" he called, just a few steps away now.She moved instinctively, her finger reaching for the button before her conscious mind could approve or disapprove the action. He'd stolen her parking spot, after all. And he had that delicious-looking coffee in his hand…The doors began to slide shut. Realizing what she'd done, his eyes widened with confusion and then, quickly, annoyance. She tried to despise the little zing of triumph that shot up her spine, but when the doors closed completely she didn't fight the smile that leaped to her lips.Take that, Smug-boy, she thought.And then she saw her reflection in the polished steel elevator doors: a huge smear of lipstick raced up her cheek like some bizarre experiment in modern art. Groaning, she closed her eyes. Why did Jack Brook always have the last word?Jack stood staring at the closed elevator doors for a full twenty seconds. What was it with that uptight cow from the fifteenth floor? Claire Somethingor-other, that was her name. Always frowning. Her lips always squished into nothingness. Her chin always high and haughty. And what was with the weird lipstick?He shook his head, genuinely baffled. To his knowledge, he'd never done a thing to offend her. Yet every time he smiled her way she blew him off. It was as if she'd caught him double-dipping, or cheating on his taxes, or something.He hated women like that. Women who acted as though every gesture of friendliness, every joke or helpful suggestion was about you trying to crack their defenses and get them into bed. As if he'd be interested in some tightly stitched-up chick who'd probably just lie there and stare at the ceiling anyway. Thanks, but he'd rather fly solo.He stepped into the next elevator car and punched the button for the seventeenth floor. Claire What's-her-name didn't have anything to worry about where he was concerned. He liked his women young—sub-twenty, if possible—bubbly and full of life. Preferably in a bikini, but a one-piece was also acceptable. He grinned. Okay, so he was exaggerating a little, but if the hat fit.He took a sip of his latte, then shook his head as the image of Claire's bestriped face disappearing behind the closing elevator doors popped into his mind. God, how petty. How stupid and silly and petty.And then he got it. He threw back his head and laughed out loud at exactly the same time that the elevator car slid to a smooth stop on the fifteenth floor—someone must have pressed the up button. Heads turned as people looked up from their work, and he saw Claire's head snap around and her eyes narrow as she spotted him from her office doorway. He grinned and fished in his pocket, pulling his car keys out and dangling them suggestively.Her lips practically disappeared as she glared at him, and he gave her a little finger wave as the doors closed between them for the second time that day.She was pissed about the parking spot! He practically giggled as he relished the moment. Imagine being that invested in something so mundane. Imagine wanting to take revenge over something so small and insignificant. Admittedly, the thought that the space he'd reversed into this morning was usually filled by her sensible sedan had crossed his mind at the time. And just as quickly exited at the other end. It would do her good to have a bit of variety, he'd thought. She looked as though she was a creature of habit, always in the same sensible boxy suits, always with her dark, curly hair cut sensibly short. So he was practically doing her a favor, forcing her to break her routine. She might even thank him for the new perspective he was offering her.Or not. He was still smiling as he stepped out onto the seventeenth floor, raising his latte in greeting at his assistant Linda as he passed by."Why are you looking particularly naughty this morning? What trouble have you just stirred up?" she demanded as she followed him into his corner office.He smiled mysteriously and waggled his eyebrows at her, glancing out the window at his fantastic view of the city of Melbourne. The sky was blue, fluffy clouds floated across the sky…and seventeen floors down, if only he had X-ray vision, he could spot his car…in her spot…."Jack? What on earth have you done?" Linda asked, real worry in her voice now."Relax. It's nothing. Just a stupid…thing that happened. With that Claire girl from Homes and Decorating," he said.Linda gave him a look."Claire Marsden, you mean?""Is she the sensible one? With the skinny little mouth?""Are we talking about the same woman ? On the short side? Cute as a button?" Linda queried.He made a dismissive noise, unprepared to think positive things about Claire Marsden right now."Well, I think she's very attractive," Linda continued."Compared to the Russian women's weight-lifting team, you mean?""Whatever did she do to get you so offside?" Linda asked, her eyes wide at his unaccustomed cruelty.He shrugged, suddenly aware that he'd actually allowed himself to get quite worked up."We just had a little…transport dispute this morning.""I see. Well, she's a nice person. My niece Ronnie spent a week doing work experience with her recently. Claire was very supportive and helpful, and Ronnie is really inspired to have a go at journalism now."He paused in the act of flipping open the lid on his notebook computer."Why didn't you ask me about the work experience? I'd have been happy to have Ronnie up here."Linda made a noise in the back of her throat. He recognized it as her deeply skeptical grunt and decided he was offended."What's that supposed to mean?""Oh, come on, Jack. You're hardly the most patient of men. I didn't want you breathing down Ronnie's neck, making her nervous. Besides, you're far too good-looking and Ronnie's far too young and blond for my personal comfort."He leaned back in his chair, happy for any opportunity to crank his assistant up a little."Blond you say? Just how old is she?"Linda shook her head and slapped his mail down onto his desk."Keep your trousers on and read your mail, Mr. Sexy," she said.He took another big slurp of latte while he waited for his computer to boot up. A dialogue box flashed onto the screen and he typed in his password, flicking idly through the few letters Linda had just given him while the computer logged in to the company network.Nothing exciting there. In his role as managing editor, he oversaw the production of six monthly magazine titles. It meant he got a lot of mail—most of it dull. Today he had a complaint from one of the tour operators they'd profiled in a recent Travel Time issue, which could go straight in the recycling bin, and a couple of letters to the editor from two of the other titles he managed.He turned his attention to his e-mail, his eyebrows rising with surprise as he saw he had a message from the Big Kahuna himself, Morgan Beck. He scanned the note quickly, then called Linda in.
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