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DEAR JANE
An Animal Attraction Novella
Marissa Clarke
Releasing January 9th, 2017
Entangled Lovestruck
Jane Dixon
is a dating disaster. Flammable tablecloths and broken arms are just a typical
evening for her unlucky companions. No wonder Jane never gets past a first
date. But luckily her co-worker and new bff says he’s got loads of friends
who’d date her more than once. If only she could stop thinking about how much
fun he was to hang out with. And she’d never dropped a bucket of ice on his
junk. Win.
All attorney Eric Blackwell has to do to make junior partner is not screw anything up for six weeks, which seems like a slam dunk until he finds himself matchmaker to the office “One Date Wonder” aka the boss’s daughter. It’s hard to stay focused when setting up the hottest girl he’s ever met with everyone but himself. Maybe he could just set her up with all the wrong men, and keep his hands off his new friend… Yeah. His promotion is toast.
All attorney Eric Blackwell has to do to make junior partner is not screw anything up for six weeks, which seems like a slam dunk until he finds himself matchmaker to the office “One Date Wonder” aka the boss’s daughter. It’s hard to stay focused when setting up the hottest girl he’s ever met with everyone but himself. Maybe he could just set her up with all the wrong men, and keep his hands off his new friend… Yeah. His promotion is toast.
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Operation Smooth
Sailing had officially entered week two. All Eric Blackwell needed to do in
order to make junior partner at Dixon, Rosenbaum & Schoot was maintain the
status quo for the next six weeks. Basically, he just had to stay under the
radar and get the Anderson Enterprises acquisition to work out on paper without
screwing anything up.
He straightened his
tie and pushed the button for the fifteenth floor. Six weeks. No problem. Well,
except for that little bit of bad news about some potential negative tax
consequences for Anderson Enterprises that the analysis department had missed.
Yeah, that.
He straightened his
tie again. Being team leader, it was his task to brief Mr. Dixon on the
details, and he’d been putting it off, hoping someone in his department would
find some case law precedent, or a loophole, or a freaking magic spell to fix
it.
The elevator doors
slid open, and before he made ten steps into the lobby, a booming voice stopped
him in his tracks. “This message arrived yesterday afternoon, Marcie. Why am I
only now receiving it?”
The receptionist
cleared her throat and slumped in her chair behind the semicircular teak desk
in the lobby. “I’m sorry, Mr. Dixon. So many things came at once near the end of
the day. I emailed your secretary and she said to—”
Face red, Mr. Dixon
waved the paper in front of Marcie’s nose. He wasn’t a small man by any means,
but when he was angry, he filled a room. “So, now you’re going to blame someone
else?”
“No sir, your secretary
said to… I… I…”
“There are two
things I can’t abide: people who shift blame, and procrastinators.”
Yep, well, today
probably wasn’t a good day to deliver late news about the analysis department’s
mistake. Eric froze near the west wall of the lobby and did his best wood
paneling imitation, hoping his dark suit jacket was sufficient camo to keep Mr.
Dixon from noticing him. This was the last thing he needed first thing in the
morning. He hadn’t even made it to his office yet.
“Dixon, Rosenbaum
& Schoot prides itself on reliability, punctuality, and accuracy.” Mr.
Dixon emphasized his statement with a palm slap on the desk, causing poor
Marcie to almost launch out of her skin. “We expect all our employees to uphold
this standard.”
“Yes, sir.” Marcie stared
down at her hands.
Mr. Dixon folded the
message and placed it in his suit pocket. “Well, then.”
Eric held his breath
as the man strode with purpose toward the hallway to his office.
“Mr. Blackwell.”
Shit,
shit, shit. How did he do that? He’d never even
turned around. No way could he have seen him standing there. “Good morning, Mr.
Dixon.”
“I believe you are
late delivering the financials on the Anderson deal. I’ll hold three o’clock
open for you. Since I haven’t heard anything on this, I expect good news.”
“Three o’clock.”
Eric’s stomach sank. Yeah…sank. Perfect. Man the lifeboats; Operation Smooth
Sailing just hit an iceberg.
Once Mr. Dixon
disappeared from view, Marcie covered her face with her hands. Crying did it to
Eric every time—yanked his heart out and stomped on it. When he was younger,
he’d do anything to stop his mother’s crying, and he’d do anything now. Poor
Marcie.
He took a deep
breath and approached the desk. “Hey, Marcie. Sorry about that. He’s really not
all that bad.” Well, that was a bust. It came out more like a question than a
statement of fact.
To his relief, her
eyes were completely dry when she lowered her hands from her face. “Yes, he is.
He’s…” But she didn’t finish her thought before the phone rang. “Dixon,
Rosenbaum, & Schoot, could you hold please?” Without waiting for an answer,
she pushed the hold button. “I just had a million things come in at once this
morning, too”—she gestured to a foot-tall stack of mail on the corner of the
desk—“and I can’t possibly handle all of it and answer the phones. And Mr.
Dixon scares me.”
Yeah,
second that. His grip tightened
on the briefcase containing the bad news report on the acquisition. “Is there
something I can do to help you?”
“No.” She adjusted
her headset. “You’re sweet to ask, though.”
The elevator slid
open, and a delivery guy stepped out with an enormous bouquet of flowers.
Making a line straight for Marcie, he set the vase on the desktop and shoved a
clipboard at her right as the phone rang again. She put two more calls on hold
as the guy stood there, clipboard out, clearly unaffected by the harried
receptionist.
“Can anyone sign for
those?” Eric asked when the phone rang again. The deliverer handed him the pen,
he signed for the flowers, and the guy went on his way while Marcie directed a
call to the Worker’s Comp Department and another to the Family Law Division.
She stood and
checked the card on the flowers, and with a groan, slumped down in her chair.
“I have the worst luck ever. Of course they go to the office farthest from my
desk.”
He turned the
arrangement to find out who it was for. “Jane Dixon” was scrawled in blue ink
on the undersized envelope held in place with a plastic pitchfork-looking
thing.
Jane
Dixon. Eric played the image of her through his
head. Small and blonde with huge blue eyes—not anything like her father, the
man currently waiting to kill Eric’s partnership dreams. He and Jane had been
in the same meetings on occasion, but they’d never spoken to each other…just
stared—well, he’d stared; she probably hadn’t even noticed him.
Jane put in long,
long hours, like he did. He knew this because even though she worked in the
Family Law Division and he in the Business Mergers and Acquisitions Department,
her office was down the hall from his. One of the highlights of his day was
when she walked by his open door. On most nights, her office light was still on
well after nine o’clock when he packed it in to go home.
He stared at the
card, dying to peek inside and see who was sending her flowers. Maybe a
boyfriend… A strange ping of jealousy flared and he almost laughed. Jealous. He
was the pitiful guy who left his door open to score a look at her. She didn’t
even know who he was. It wasn’t like he’d ever dreamed of asking her out or
anything—okay, well, maybe he had dreamed of it, but it was a ridiculous
fantasy. Not only was there a strict non-fraternization policy at DR&S, she
was the boss’s daughter, for fuck’s sake.
Jealous? Nope.
Pathetic? Absolutely.
The switchboard lit
up again, and the receptionist gave a frustrated huff.
“Listen, Marcie. I’m
going down that hallway anyway. Why don’t I just drop these off for you?” He
picked up the vase.
“Oh my gosh, Mr.
Blackwell. You’re the nicest guy. Thank you so much.”
Nice… Yeah, being
Mr. Nice Guy had nothing to do with getting a close-up look at Jane Dixon.
Nothing at all. Again, pathetic. “Not a problem. I hope your day gets better.”
“It just did.”
Yeah, so had his.
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Wedding Favors #3
Boone Brux
Releasing January 9th, 2017
Entangled Lovestruck
Playing house just got real…
When Joya
Bennett wakes up after her brother’s wedding, half-naked and lying next to her
lifelong crush, she’s mortified. OMG, did she try to jump his bones? Worse, did
she succeed? Intending to lay low and housesit for her brother until the
embarrassment fades, she sneaks away before he wakes up.
What she
didn’t plan on is having company.
Lincoln
Fisher doesn’t do relationships, but if he did, his friend’s little sister
would be the one to tie him down. Good thing Joya had one too many drinks
during the reception or he’d have crossed a line. Her brother would kill him
if he found out all the places Linc wanted to kiss the sexy, auburn-haired
beauty.
And now
they’re stuck in the same house. For two weeks.
She’s
off-limits. And he needs to keep it that way, even if the heat building between
them is hot enough to blow off the roof…
Each book in the Wedding Favors series is a stand-alone, full-length story that can be enjoyed out of order.
Book #1 Bridesmaid Blues
Book #2 Random Acts of Marriage
Book #3 Properly Groomed
Each book in the Wedding Favors series is a stand-alone, full-length story that can be enjoyed out of order.
Book #1 Bridesmaid Blues
Book #2 Random Acts of Marriage
Book #3 Properly Groomed
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“Are
you sure there isn’t somewhere else you can stay?” She paused, then added, “For
everybody’s sake.”
He
pivoted to face her, a lazy grin curling his mouth. “Is this about last night?”
“No.”
It was totally about last night and
whether she should be embarrassed or relieved. “Why would you think this was
about last night? Nothing happened…right?”
“You
don’t remember?”
Mortified,
she shook her head.
He
closed the distance between them to a couple of inches and stroked his finger
along her jaw. “Now that’s a shame.”
All
the saliva in her mouth dried up and her breath hovered in her throat as his
azure gaze caressed her face. He smelled like an autumn harvest and minty
toothpaste, with a dash of cinnamon thrown into the mix. If lust had a smell,
it would be Lincoln.
Before
she could reply, he turned toward the front door and walked inside, Chester
trotting alongside him. Damn it, he’d breached her barricade with no more than
a steamy look.
Marissa
Clarke is a
multi-award-winning, RITA® nominated author of romance for adults and teens.
She lives in Texas, where everything is bigger, especially the mosquitoes. When
not writing, she wrangles her rowdy pack of three teens, husband, and a Cairn
terrier named Annabel, who rules the house (and Marissa's heart) with an iron
paw.
Marissa Clarke is a pseudonym. Her real name is Mary Lindsey and she also writes young adult novels for Penguin USA.
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