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Title: That Man 1
Series: That Man #1
Author: Nelle L'Amour
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: April 8, 2014
There’s a new beautiful player in town…
Blake
Burns, the sexy head of SIN-TV, who goes through women like some go
through water. Until he meets Jennifer McCoy, his outspoken new
assistant and development executive.
Newly engaged
Jennifer has no idea that her devastatingly gorgeous new boss is the
man she kissed, blindfolded, in a game of Truth or Dare. That kiss,
that man, that beautiful stranger she cannot forget.
Blake
hasn’t been able to stop thinking about that kiss either…and
he’ll do anything to win Jennifer —even if it means being a
beautiful bastard and breaking all the rules.
THAT MAN
is a five-part romantic comedy serial with an element of suspense.
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“Mr. Burns?” A sweet voice at my doorway diverted my
attention, and I looked up from my computer screen. In tandem, my
eyes blinked, my body jerked, and my cock tensed. Subtly for her not
to notice.
Though her neat auburn bun, prim tweed suit,
and tortoiseshell glasses made her look like some bookworm who should
be working at a corporate law office, I swear I’d recognize that
face anywhere—with its dewy-skin complexion, delicate bone
structure, and those expressive, turned-up lips. Someone pinch me. I
must be dreaming. But there she was. That girl I’d kissed last
night in a game of Truth of Dare. In fact, her lips were still
swollen. Holy fucking shit!
“Hi, I’m Jennifer
McCoy.”
It took several long moments for my brain to
communicate with my mouth. I cleared my throat and licked my lips.
“Please come in and take a seat.”
Unlike last night
when she was blindfolded and took short hesitant steps, she strode
into my office with a strong confident gait and lowered herself onto
one of the two armchairs facing me. She placed her shoulder bag and
briefcase on the floor next to her and crossed her shapely, long
legs. I had the burning urge to uncross them.
“So, Ms.
McCoy—”
“You can call me Jennifer.”
Okay,
let’s start over. “So, Jen-ni-fer, you come highly recommended by
my boss, Saul Bernstein.” God, I loved saying her name. It sucked
the air out of my lungs.
She flashed a small smile. Two
little dimples winked at her kissable lips. My cock twitched and I
continued.
“However, I’m not sure why someone with a
passion for children’s television would want to work for a porn
channel.”
Without flinching, she held my gaze steady.
“Adults are no different than children. They need to be
entertained.”
That was a fact. And that’s why we
referred to our network and programming as “adult entertainment.”
I wasn’t done testing her. Or studying her—especially her eyes.
Her blindfold had hidden them from me last night, and after she’d
disappeared, I kept imagining what they looked like. I thought they
might be brown or blue and deep-set. But they were wide-set and
green—the greenest eyes I’d ever seen on a human being. When she
blinked, it was if they were two leaves fluttering in the wind. I
caught my breath.
“Well, it’s one thing to tell a
producer of a cartoon that he—”
“Or she,” she
interrupted.
“Or she needs to make the shaggy dog bark
louder, but it’s another to tell the producer of a porn flick that
his female star who’s being shagged needs to scream louder.”
“Not
a problem,” she said flatly.
“Well, then, let’s
pretend I’m the producer, and I’m not quite sure what you want.
Can you please demonstrate?”
“Sure.” She cleared
her throat and then took off her glasses, setting them on my desk.
Fuck. Her eyes were beautiful.
My gaze stayed fixed on
them as she flung her head back, and a look of torturous pleasure
washed over her face. It was identical to the expression on her face
last night as I held her head back and fucked her mouth with my
tongue. She squeezed her eyes shut.
“Oh, baby, yes!
Make me come! Oh God! Oh, yes, Yes, YES!” Each breathy “yes”
was louder than the one before, the last one a roar so loud I thought
the whole office would hear her. Holy shit. This girl was a fucking
tiger. Beneath my desk, my cock was applauding. Was this how Ms.
McCoy, M.A., came, or was she just a great actress? If the latter,
this girl should be starring in porn flicks, not giving script
notes.
“Was that loud and clear enough?” she asked
matter-of-factly, staring me in the face. A slight blush colored her
cheeks.
I felt heated. Flushed and flustered. And I
could feel my cock uncomfortably strain against my fly. Fuck this
girl. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to work with her, but I had no
choice.
Collecting myself, I said, “So, I assume
you’ll be able to work long hours. Be on the set if necessary to
oversee a shoot. Even at wee hours in the morning.”
“I’ll
do whatever it takes to do a great job.”
How about a
blow job? Or a hand job? I bit down on my tongue.
“Do
you have a boyfriend?”
She scowled at me. Damn. She
was sexy when she did that.
“What kind of question is
that? What does that have to do with this job?”
“I’m
just curious. Is that a crime?”
“Well, it borders on
sexual harassment, and the answer is yes. I have a boyfriend. In
fact, a fiancé. He’s a dentist.”
Her tone was
defensive. Like she was off limits. I glanced at her left hand. There
was surprisingly no ring on her fourth finger. I let it go and
instead handed her a thick file.
“What’s this?”
She opened the file and gazed down at the stack of papers.
“Your
first assignment. This file contains our latest ratings reports. I’d
like you to review them and then tomorrow present a full analysis of
why our daytime ratings are sagging.” I checked my agenda in
Outlook. “Why don’t we say at ten a.m.?”
She
closed the file and then retrieved her shoulder bag and briefcase.
“I’ll get right on it,” she said, rising to her feet.
My
eyes glanced down at my desk. “Don’t forget your glasses.”
She
twitched an embarrassed little smile. I handed them to her and
brushed my fingers against hers.
“Thanks,” she said,
nervously setting them back on her face. “And thanks for hiring me.
You won’t be disappointed.”
With that, she marched toward the door and disappeared. My cock
flexed. I hoped she was right. The word “disappointment” didn’t
exist for Blake Burns.
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Nelle L'Amour is a NEW YORK TIMES and USA
TODAY Bestselling Author who lives in Los Angeles with her
Prince Charming-ish husband, twin teenage princesses, and a bevy of
royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment
and toy industries with a prestigious Humanitus Award to her credit,
she gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago but still enjoys
playing with toys with her husband. While she writes in her PJs, she
loves to get dressed up and pretend she's Hollywood royalty. She
writes juicy stories with characters that will make you both laugh
and cry and stay in your heart forever.
In addition to the Gloria’s Secret Trilogy, she is the
author of the bestselling THAT MAN series, the Seduced
by the Park Avenue Billionaire boxed set, and the highly rated
Amazon bestseller, Undying Love. Unforgettable, her latest
series, will be published in Fall 2015.
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