Romance and Valentine’s Day go together like peanut butter and jelly. When you’re a romance author, the day is a very special one. After all, “Happily Ever After” suits a day devoted to love and romance.
During the month of February, my publisher Crimson Romance is offering my book titles in e-book format for $1.99 on Amazon. It’s an inexpensive way to warm up during this cold winter month and celebrate the joy of romance.
This week I’ve decided to feature my contemporary romance novel, “Hearts of Steel.” Since it’s Valentine’s Day week, I felt that a title with the word “hearts” in it would be appropriate. It’s also a steamy romance between an employee and his boss and takes place in the hot steel industry.
Join Quade and Jessica in Pittsburgh with this excerpt:
“Mr. Owen, are you interested in the position?”
“Interested? I’m just a bit overwhelmed. You caught me off guard,” he admitted, shaking his head.
“Well, why did you think I asked you out for coffee on a busy Monday morning, just to be social? Couldn’t you determine that I had a proposition for you?”
“It wasn’t the type of proposition I thought you had in mind,” he blurted out without thinking. Her sensuous appearance, the sexy perfume and her shocking words had thrown him off balance.
When he realized what he had said, Quade clamped his teeth and covered his mouth with his hand. He could see the shock registering on her face. Her eyes glazed over, her lips parted, and a blush blossomed on her ivory face.
“Strike that,” he finally said, trying to regain his composure. He didn’t know whether to kick himself or to laugh. In this day of sexual harassment, he had probably just killed his recent promotion before even accepting it. Damage control for totally inappropriate behavior. He forced himself to laugh.
“You must excuse me, Ms. Peterson, it’s early. I haven’t had my coffee yet. You just shocked the hell out of me with the offer of a job promotion. I apologize for the innuendo,” he said and sighed hoping that she’d understand.
“Don’t worry. It was as much my fault as yours. I should choose my words more carefully,” she said with a relaxed smile.
Most women would have been insulted. She seemed flattered. Quade had proven by his Freudian slip that her mind was in the same gutter as his, and that there was chemistry between them that was difficult to deny. Deny it he must. The boardroom was not a bedroom.
The waiter arrived with their order and it couldn’t have happened at a better time.
“Café au lait and a croissant for the lady,” the waiter said, serving Jessica and, turning to Quade, “Strong black coffee, sir.”
After the waiter left, Quade turned to Jessica, changing the subject, “I thought you liked your coffee black?”
“Only when the creamer isn’t on me.” She winked.
He remembered a certain morning when she visited his office a bit too early.
“You never did give me your answer, Mr. Owen?” she asked.
“Our conversation was sidetracked,” he began. His eyes locked with hers. Damn, she was good-looking. Just why, oh why, did she have to be his boss?
“Your answer, Mr. Owen?”
“Ms. Peterson, I am honored by the Board’s offer. I would, however, like to discuss in detail the job’s duties, responsibilities, and benefits.”
“I’m not surprised by your inquiry. As you will see, I have come prepared. My briefcase is under the table. You will find the benefits quite desirable.”