Is this a mistake? Will working for Mason anger my father? Studying him across the table, Mason could have modeled for Calvin Klein. He was that hot. His square jaw, shadowed by a layer of stubble, reminded me of the lead singer of a rock band. His features were sharp, and he had a few gray strands peeking out from a full head of thick black hair. Under his designer suit was a sculpted physique. Mason exuded a subtle power. He looked at me with an intensity and confidence that I found myself helplessly drawn to. Closing my eyes, I could still feel those powerful muscles rippling under my fingers. Stumbling and landing in the arms of the stranger who tried to run me over on his way out of the elevator had been a stroke of delicious luck. As we dined, my thoughts betrayed me and I kept thinking of how he’d held me that morning with his strong hands. His long fingers would have been perfect for playing a grand piano… or a woman.

“No fraternization with the bosses” was rule number one. No matter how cute he was, I couldn’t risk my job. I wouldn’t jeopardize my one chance to escape my life by dating my boss. He was watching me. Not only was I the youngest secretary on the third floor, but Mr. Hendrix was the only man under forty in company management. I thought about his looks—the way that one lock of hair curled over his forehead, his aquiline profile, those broad shoulders—and then I shut down that train of thought. He really was a nice guy. Why can’t I find a guy like him to whisk me away from my sucky life? No man had ever shown me tenderness. Not one. Life with my father was hard fists and harsh words. Men outside the family either ignored me or showed unwanted attention with catcalls and roaming hands. Occasionally, I had heard of a girl here hitting the jackpot and her boss marrying her, but most of the time the boss had his fun, and the girl got fired. That would not be me. Not this girl. No way. What happens next? Don't wait to find out... Grab your copy, and start reading today!

She’s escaping the corporate world. He’s an exhausted ER doc helping out a friend. When a hurricane rips through their tropical getaway, will it be their salvation, or the end of them both? \\\* I watched this big, gorgeous doctor, lose all use of his left arm as he stayed completely still, not wanting to wake the tiny, sleeping puppy. One side of his handsome face creased from the pillow, but the marks couldn’t hide his strong jaw, a hint of stubble sprinkled across it, making this gentle healer look both sexy and dangerous. "What do we do when the storm hits?” He plopped the sleeping puppy in my lap and stretched, running his fingers through his hair. I had to blink twice, realizing that without the white coat and baggy scrub top, he was hot! Barefoot in just a white t-shirt and low slung scrub pants after his shower, his broad shoulders, narrow hips and tight abs were on display. “I guess we make it up as we go along, kinda like we have been doing.” He glanced up at the TV again, temporarily on mute. “That doesn't make me feel real confident we're gonna survive this.” I watched the silent weatherman, reading the updates scrolling across the bottom, and watching the apocalyptic waves filmed already reaching the coast. \\\* Allison LaFleur is a USA Today bestselling author of steamy romantic suspense. She brings you explosive sex, rogue storms, deadly evil, and romantic suspense in Luke, the next book in the bestselling Bachelors Incorporated Series. One-Click it today!