Book 3 in the continuing stories of sexy hotwives and the men who love them
A woman who loves to play the field, a man who doesn’t share...
Cassandra Montgomery is an independent, free-thinking, career-minded woman. She’s left the L.A. rat race behind and returned to her roots in the San Francisco Bay Area to open a fashion boutique featuring her own designs. She’s not out to find Mr. Perfect; she simply enjoys a variety of men who are Mr. Who-cares-if-he’s-perfect-it’s-just-sex. But then Ward Restin walks in on her...
Hitting on the boss’s daughter is always a bad idea, but after discovering Cassandra in a compromising position, Ward can’t get the woman out of his mind. She’s his complete opposite, an extrovert, a tease, and an exhibitionist. She loves sex. She loves multiple partners. She loves freedom. Ward finds himself drawn into the kinky games she plays, watching her with fascination, wanting her...
Then Ward starts to think of her as his woman, and suddenly he wants more from Cassandra than she’s capable of giving. Can he handle a woman who doesn’t want any strings?
“The Boss’s Daughter” is a contemporary erotic romance of approximately 36,000 words.
The book contains the following bonus material:
Excerpts from “Twisted by Love” Reincarnation Tales, Book 1, “Take Your Pick”, and “Double the Pleasure”.
*** Warning: contains explicit sexual material ***
REVIEWS FOR JASMINE HAYNES NOVELS
“An erotic, emotional adventure of discovery you don’t want to miss.” Lora Leigh, New York Times bestselling author
“Super sexy...” Bella Andre, author of The Sullivans series
“Kudos to Jasmine and please continue to turn up the heat!!!” When Pen Met Paper Reviews
“Incredibly moving and utterly sensual!” Reader to Reader Reviews
“Characters [that] grab you by the throat and won’t let go.” Romance Junkies
“Jasmine Haynes ... knows how to get your pulse racing and your temperature rising!” Romance Reader at Heart
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jasmine Haynes, Rita Finalist for Somebody’s Lover, plus two-time Holt Medallion and National Readers Choice Award winner, is the author of over 35 classy, erotic romance tales. Look for the final book in her popular DeKnight series, The Principal's Office. In 2013, she'll be starting a sexy new series for Berkley Heat, beginning with The Naughty Corner coming Oct 2013 and Teach Me a Lesson in Apr 2014. And there will be more in the sensual West Coast series! Of course, she’s also the author of the award-winning Max Starr psychic mystery series. And don’t miss her writing as Jennifer Skully, KOD Daphne award-winning author of contemporary romance, bringing you poignant tales peopled with hilarious characters that will make you laugh and make you cry. Visit her websites at jasminehaynes.com, jbskully.com, and her blog at jasminehaynes.blogspot.com
Ward Restin found the key under the garden rock where Ruby had said it would be. Holt had forgotten his computer when he left the house this morning. That wasn’t like the CEO of West Coast Manufacturing. Holt never forgot anything. But he’d been acting oddly the last couple of weeks. And Ruby’s car sat in his driveway. Holt often had her take him to the airport, but usually they went directly from the office. To leave her car in his driveway? Definitely odd.
Holt’s presentation for the investors’ conference was on his computer. Of course, Ruby Williams, being Holt’s admin, could have given Ward a disk. Or emailed the file. Instead, since he was taking a later flight, she’d insisted Ward pick up the computer on his way to the airport. She had a point, though. These days you couldn’t work without your laptop and your smartphone.
Thirty years ago, what did the world do without these devices?
Ward unlocked Holt’s door. The hardwood floors gleamed, and everything smelled like citrus, as if Holt’s housekeeper had recently polished all the wood surfaces. The living room, filled with big leather furniture, was neat and orderly. No computer there. He’d been to the house several times for company parties and barbecues and was familiar with the floor plan. The kitchen lay to the right, the dining room straight ahead, bedrooms along the hall to the left. Ruby had given him no clue where to look. If I knew where we left the computer, we wouldn’t have forgotten it.
Another odd thing, as if she’d been inside the house instead of simply picking up Holt.
He didn’t have time to waste thinking about it. What Holt did was Holt’s business. Heading to the kitchen, a sound stopped him. He cocked his head. And heard it again. A woman’s voice. A moan. He felt it along his skin, heating him.
He turned until the bedroom hallway yawned before him. She moaned again. He saw her on the bed through the doorway. A suitcase lay open beside her, bright clothing hanging out of it. A blue dress had been tossed on the floor, blue panties on the end of the bed, a lacy bra. And her. His blood started to pound in his ears.