COMPROMISING HER POSITION
a Compromise Me Novel
a Compromise Me Novel
Samanthe Beck
Releasing November 16, 2015
Entangled Brazen
Rating: 4 Stars
Rating: 4 Stars
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Blurb:
A sexy category romance from Entangled's Brazen imprint...
He's not who she expected, but he's exactly the man she needs…
When Chelsea Wayne drags Santa into a supply closet for a little office party nookie, she assumes the man in the suit is her on-again/off-again coworker boyfriend. Instead, it's Rafe St. Sebastian, a man known for his hard-driving ways in business as well as the bedroom--and, kill her now, the brand spanking new owner of Las Ventanas--who grants her naughtiest Christmas wishes.
So much for her reputation, not to mention her career.
Rafe needs to close three acquisitions to prove to his father he's ready to take the helm of St. Sebastian Enterprises. A hot interlude in a supply closet after deal number two seems like the perfect illicit Christmas bonus. Unfortunately, when that "bonus" becomes the key to the final deal, he finds himself back in bed--so to speak--with Chelsea, and after their steamy tryst, he's not interested in keeping things professional...
A sexy category romance from Entangled's Brazen imprint...
He's not who she expected, but he's exactly the man she needs…
When Chelsea Wayne drags Santa into a supply closet for a little office party nookie, she assumes the man in the suit is her on-again/off-again coworker boyfriend. Instead, it's Rafe St. Sebastian, a man known for his hard-driving ways in business as well as the bedroom--and, kill her now, the brand spanking new owner of Las Ventanas--who grants her naughtiest Christmas wishes.
So much for her reputation, not to mention her career.
Rafe needs to close three acquisitions to prove to his father he's ready to take the helm of St. Sebastian Enterprises. A hot interlude in a supply closet after deal number two seems like the perfect illicit Christmas bonus. Unfortunately, when that "bonus" becomes the key to the final deal, he finds himself back in bed--so to speak--with Chelsea, and after their steamy tryst, he's not interested in keeping things professional...
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Chelsea Wayne wants to reward her boyfriend for his selfless
act. Rafe St. Sebastian is all about
duty and trying to impress his father.
This is a story of what happens from mistaken identity and what better
time of year than at Christmas time. You
will see that almost from the beginning that the steam level of this book is
high and it’s due to the chemistry between these two characters.
Rafe seems to be a man that likes to push Chelsea out of her
comfort zone. Chelsea doesn’t seem to
have a good track record where men are concerned. Can Rafe change that? But he seems to be an addiction – one that
Chelsea can’t help going back to. The
author does a great job of putting a humorous twist to things.
This would be a great book to take if you’re going to spend some
time at a resort – helps to set the scene.
The author will have you wondering if any of this could actually
happen. The most predictable thing is
the ending – happy ending. If you’ve
read this author’s work before, I’m sure you’ll enjoy adding this to your TBR
list. If you’re aware of this publisher,
this is a great addition to the Brazen line of books. Chelsea and Rafe’s story is the first book in
the Compromise Me series and it will
be interesting to see where Ms. Beck takes the series next.
“There is
nothing personal between us.”
“I beg to
differ. In fact, I’m fairly certain I know your deepest, darkest secret.”
“I sincerely
doubt that.”
He brought
his mouth to her ear. “You knew I wasn’t Paul.”
“No.” The
denial, though immediate, sounded slightly breathless, slightly desperate.
She had to
have at least suspected, at some point. He refused to believe otherwise. “Not
at first. But when I had you clinging to the tables, trembling so hard you
could barely stand? You knew.”
“You-you’re
delusional. If I’d realized you weren’t Paul, don’t you think I would have
stopped you?”
“No. By the
time you realized, you didn’t care.” The crowd around them erupted into a
countdown.
Ten... He cupped her jaw in one hand...
Nine... and slid the other down her back. Then lower.
Eight... “You didn’t care about anything except my tongue tracing the
path of your thong”—he let his fingers do the honor now—“all the way down until
I could taste your sweet, throbbing little—”
“I thought
you were Paul!” Her wide eyes darted to his, pupils huge.
Five... “Remember how you used your body to beg
for more? There’s no f-ing way you’ve ever begged like that for Paul
Barrington. No f-ing way. I could have you begging again.”
Her
breathing came in quick, shallow pants. The hands she’d rested lightly on his
shoulders tightened, bunching his jacket in a white-knuckled grip. She shook
her head. “Not going to happen.”
Three... He was risking getting his face slapped
in the middle of a dance floor on New Year’s Eve, but he didn’t care. For some
inexcusable reason, he needed to know she wanted him, not Barrington.
Two... He spread his palm over the perfect
curve of her ass and hauled her against him, so she’d feel just how well he
remembered every damn detail of their last meeting.
One...
“It’s not?”
he challenged, and then crushed her lips under his.
Cheers of
“Happy New Year” echoed around them over the strains of “Auld Lang Syne.” A
flotilla of black and silver balloons sailed down from the ceiling. Guests
laughed, and sang, and jostled them while he kissed her. Sparkly, star- shaped
confetti rained over everyone and everything, and he kept right on kissing her.
Her arms twined around his neck. Her lips parted. She flattened one hand
against the back of his head and held on. When he bent her over his arm and
swept his tongue into her soft, yielding mouth, she wrapped her leg around his
hip. The heat of her body practically seared his thigh through his tuxedo
pants.
He trapped
her lower lip between his teeth and nibbled. There went his no biting promise,
but her shuddery moan told him she didn’t mind.
The song
ended. The house lights came up a few notches. He slowly drew her upright, and
even more slowly relinquished her mouth. She stared up at him, dazed, her lips
plumped from their kiss.
“You’re a
terrible liar, Miss Wayne.”
Giving her a
grin he hoped didn’t reveal how much the move cost him, he walked away.
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Wine lover, sleep fanatic, and USA Today Bestselling Author of sexy contemporary romance novels, Samanthe Beck lives in Malibu, California, with her long-suffering but extremely adorable husband and their turbo-son, Hud. Throw in a furry ninja named Kitty and Bebe the trash talking Chihuahua and you get the whole, chaotic picture.
When not clinging to sanity by her fingernails or dreaming up fun, fan-your-cheeks sexy ways to get her characters to happily-ever-afters, she searches for the perfect cabernet to pair with Ambien.
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