A spur of the moment invitation changes two lives.
Jordan Wolf’s company runs like a well-oiled machine. At least until his PA, Brady Donovan, comes down with the flu and takes sick leave. Then Jordan discovers what a treasure Brady is and who really keeps his business—and Jordan in particular—moving like clockwork. So when Jordan needs a plus-one, Brady seems the obvious choice to accompany him. After a major shopping trip to get Brady looking the part, however…. Wow.Brady has a whole new wardrobe, and now his boss is whisking him away for a weekend party. Something is going on, something Brady never expected: Jordan is looking at him like he's never seen him before, electrifying Brady's long-hidden desires.
But can the romantic magic last when the weekend is over and it’s back to reality?
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Cat gives this one 4 Meows with a 3 Purr heat index...
I love this cover. It is simple and I can visualize Brady perfectly.
This is a Dreamspun Desires so we know we are getting a very trope-filled story with a Happy ending and this one fulfills all of that.
I loved Brady and the office romance trope. There is also a sort of Cinderfella thing going on that is sweet as well. My only issue is where I liked Jordan...I didn't love him.
Even though he is the one that starts taking care of Brady early on when Brady calls in sick to work, I found Jordan a bit shallow at first. I did start liking him later on though.
Brady has been Jordan's ( a wealthy and hard-working owner of a financial company) for three years. Brady seems to be the backbone behind it all keeping Jordan on track both in his business and personal life. Jordan doesn't realize just how much Brady does until he comes down with the flu and misses a week of work. then not only does he see how important he is as an assistant but he sees Brady as a man as well. He asks Brady to come to the Hamptons with him to a friends Anniversary party and that is where more eye-opening happens.
This story is so sweet and it kept me turning the page, I needed a good sweet read and this fits perfectly.
If you like office romance, wealthy men, office romance, Cinderfella, ugly duckling to a swan and some hot man-sex to boot you will love this!
Excerpt...
“OKAY, YOU can put your shirt back on now.” Dr. Peters put away his blood pressure monitor and sat behind his desk.
Jordan Wolf smiled as he did up his cuffs. “Any reason why you scheduled me for an appointment first thing on a Monday morning? Not that I’m complaining. At least this way, I get your perpetual nagging over sooner rather than later.” He flashed the doctor a grin. Dr. Peters had been his physician for sixteen years, and they were pretty much used to each other.
Dr. Peters peered at him over his glasses. “So you already know what I’m about to say. Your blood pressure is still too high for my liking. And as for scheduling your appointment, it was deliberate. I like to ease into my workweek with patients who won’t give me a headache. Mondays are enough of a ballache without that.” He grinned. “By the way, I didn’t schedule this appointment—your personal assistant did that. Because you don’t schedule appointments.”
Jordan put on his jacket and sat back in his chair. “I don’t see what all the fuss is about. I don’t think Mondays are so bad.”
Dr. Peters gave a wry smile. “That’s because your workweek isn’t like most people’s.”
Jordan sighed. “And there you go, just like all the rest who think I have it easy. I don’t sit back and let everyone else do the work, you know.”
Dr. Peters arched his eyebrows. “Jordan, you’re the CEO of one of the largest accounting firms in New York. I don’t think for a second that you got to where you are without a lot of hard work, but I’m sure that by now you have things running just how you want them. The point is not about how stressful your work is—my point is about how many hours you spend in that office. How many business trips you take. How little time you spend in a gym. How much crap you’re eating.”
“I think my diet is just fine as it is. You should see the stuff I eat for lunch. All of it is healthy.”
“I’m sure it is, only that’s probably not down to you, is it? Someone orders in your food when you’re in the office. At least that assistant has your best interests at heart,” Dr. Peters remarked dryly. “It’s what you eat outside of work that bothers me. And you know what I mean. You need to eat less salt. Less fat. Less red meat. More vegetables and greens.” He sighed. “Look, the fact is, your blood pressure is too high. Period. So maybe you need to start thinking about making some changes.”
Jordan sighed. “Such as what? I’m forty. It’s not like I’m about to step down from the company.”
“And I’m not suggesting that. But you need to do something. Otherwise, we are going to continue having this same conversation for a good while longer. And I don’t want to get to the point where we’re talking medication. Prevention is better than a cure, remember.” Dr. Peters shook his head. “Why am I wasting my breath? You’re already focused on tackling another week head-on. I know you too well.”
Jordan rose to his feet. “I’ll watch the diet, I’ll try not to live in the office, and I’ll attempt at least two sessions a week in the gym. Is that good enough for you?”
Dr. Peters laughed. “Jordan, this is me you’re talking to. If you manage all that, I’ll eat my prescription pad. Now, if you get your PA to schedule in a couple of gym visits and stick them on your calendar, then I’d believe you might actually get there. Now, get out of here and go run your company.” He shook his head again. “Two sessions a week at the gym. Yeah, tell me another one.”
He was still chuckling as Jordan left his office.
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Jordan Wolf smiled as he did up his cuffs. “Any reason why you scheduled me for an appointment first thing on a Monday morning? Not that I’m complaining. At least this way, I get your perpetual nagging over sooner rather than later.” He flashed the doctor a grin. Dr. Peters had been his physician for sixteen years, and they were pretty much used to each other.
Dr. Peters peered at him over his glasses. “So you already know what I’m about to say. Your blood pressure is still too high for my liking. And as for scheduling your appointment, it was deliberate. I like to ease into my workweek with patients who won’t give me a headache. Mondays are enough of a ballache without that.” He grinned. “By the way, I didn’t schedule this appointment—your personal assistant did that. Because you don’t schedule appointments.”
Jordan put on his jacket and sat back in his chair. “I don’t see what all the fuss is about. I don’t think Mondays are so bad.”
Dr. Peters gave a wry smile. “That’s because your workweek isn’t like most people’s.”
Jordan sighed. “And there you go, just like all the rest who think I have it easy. I don’t sit back and let everyone else do the work, you know.”
Dr. Peters arched his eyebrows. “Jordan, you’re the CEO of one of the largest accounting firms in New York. I don’t think for a second that you got to where you are without a lot of hard work, but I’m sure that by now you have things running just how you want them. The point is not about how stressful your work is—my point is about how many hours you spend in that office. How many business trips you take. How little time you spend in a gym. How much crap you’re eating.”
“I think my diet is just fine as it is. You should see the stuff I eat for lunch. All of it is healthy.”
“I’m sure it is, only that’s probably not down to you, is it? Someone orders in your food when you’re in the office. At least that assistant has your best interests at heart,” Dr. Peters remarked dryly. “It’s what you eat outside of work that bothers me. And you know what I mean. You need to eat less salt. Less fat. Less red meat. More vegetables and greens.” He sighed. “Look, the fact is, your blood pressure is too high. Period. So maybe you need to start thinking about making some changes.”
Jordan sighed. “Such as what? I’m forty. It’s not like I’m about to step down from the company.”
“And I’m not suggesting that. But you need to do something. Otherwise, we are going to continue having this same conversation for a good while longer. And I don’t want to get to the point where we’re talking medication. Prevention is better than a cure, remember.” Dr. Peters shook his head. “Why am I wasting my breath? You’re already focused on tackling another week head-on. I know you too well.”
Jordan rose to his feet. “I’ll watch the diet, I’ll try not to live in the office, and I’ll attempt at least two sessions a week in the gym. Is that good enough for you?”
Dr. Peters laughed. “Jordan, this is me you’re talking to. If you manage all that, I’ll eat my prescription pad. Now, if you get your PA to schedule in a couple of gym visits and stick them on your calendar, then I’d believe you might actually get there. Now, get out of here and go run your company.” He shook his head again. “Two sessions a week at the gym. Yeah, tell me another one.”
He was still chuckling as Jordan left his office.
I've always written, right from an early age. I was always writing stories as a child, and as I grew up, I had the idea of writing a novel, like so many people do. Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C. Wells always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way. K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, where the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings—writing about men in love was even hotter.... K.C. now writes full time and is loving every minute of her new career. The laptop still has no idea of what hit it... it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes.
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