TAMING HER BOSS - a romantic comedy/erotica novel by the International Bestselling Author of "Losing Me, Finding You". Recommended for Ages 18 and Up. This novel is a complete story, no cliff-hanger, with a happy ending.
"Alpha Male + Alpha Female = Love/Hate Sex at its Best!"
Lex Lyndon is used to getting what he wants.
Even if what he wants is to submit.
Olivia "Oli" Ashcraft has a decent job with decent hours and decent pay, so why screw things up? Because Oli has a temper. A bad one. Born and raised in San Francisco, Oli doesn't have any fantasies of being dominated or manipulated by anyone, let alone a preppy, spoiled CEO. Tired of fighting with the misogynistic jerk in the corner office, Olivia decides to confront Lex only to be offered a tantalizing proposition: take control.
Lex wants a woman in charge, and he's willing to pay for it. In the bedroom and out of it.
ALSO AVAILABLE BY C.M. STUNICH
-REAL UGLY (a rock star romantic suspense novel)
-TASTING, FINDING, KEEPING (3 new adult novels, 1 volume)
-LOSING ME, FINDING YOU (a motorcycle club romance)
TAMING HER BOSS Excerpt:
My boss is a d*ck.
This is a fact that can't be sugarcoated, denied, or contemplated. It just is. Lex Lyndon is an a**hole. He struts around the office in a suit that costs more than my car and he never smiles. You'd think a man who owned a piece of fabric worth more than a Lexus would at least have something to be happy about. But no. Instead, he breathes down the necks of every employee on floor twelve and occasionally makes his way down to floors eleven and nine to glare and stomp around in his five figure loafers (he only skips floor ten because it's where the cleaning supplies are kept). He's attractive in that dark, mysterious sort of way, but any infatuation I might've developed over the man has been completely and utterly flattened by narrowed, steel gray eyes and lips pursed so tight I don't think a kind word has ever filtered between them.
For the most part, Mr. Lyndon avoids my desk. One, because I'm always here on time. Two, because I never leave early. And three, because I'm the best at what I do. Period. Although, in all honesty, I don't think Lex Lyndon has any clue what it is that I do for his grandfather's-now his father's-soon to be his business. So when he glides over to my desk, smooth as smoke and twice as sultry, I ignore him and keep on doing what it is that I do. That is, what I never expected I'd ever be doing. My moms (yes, I have two of them) think I'm simply a paper pusher, and they're disappointed enough as it is. Three years of art school and this is all you have to show for it? Well, so I suppose I'm a bit of a sell-out as far as things go. I abandoned oil painting and took up real estate. But not local, residential stuff. I'm talking international, commercial real estate, investments. Basically, I move around amounts of money so astronomical they make my head spin. I buy properties and then I sell them. Online.
And Mr. Lyndon occasionally stops by to narrow his eyes and sniff. Sometimes, he adjusts his tie - always a different color, never a brown or beige or black. I guess the random assortment of brightness on all of his dark suited person should reveal something to me, like maybe underneath all of that pompous arrogance and demeaning sneer, there's a person who feels things, who smiles, who laughs. But I never see it. To me, the legend of the Laughing Lex Lyndon may as well be Bigfoot. It could exist, but a few shoddy, blurry portraits aren't convincing anyone.
Today though, today is different.
Genre: Romance
"Alpha Male + Alpha Female = Love/Hate Sex at its Best!"
Lex Lyndon is used to getting what he wants.
Even if what he wants is to submit.
Olivia "Oli" Ashcraft has a decent job with decent hours and decent pay, so why screw things up? Because Oli has a temper. A bad one. Born and raised in San Francisco, Oli doesn't have any fantasies of being dominated or manipulated by anyone, let alone a preppy, spoiled CEO. Tired of fighting with the misogynistic jerk in the corner office, Olivia decides to confront Lex only to be offered a tantalizing proposition: take control.
Lex wants a woman in charge, and he's willing to pay for it. In the bedroom and out of it.
ALSO AVAILABLE BY C.M. STUNICH
-REAL UGLY (a rock star romantic suspense novel)
-TASTING, FINDING, KEEPING (3 new adult novels, 1 volume)
-LOSING ME, FINDING YOU (a motorcycle club romance)
TAMING HER BOSS Excerpt:
My boss is a d*ck.
This is a fact that can't be sugarcoated, denied, or contemplated. It just is. Lex Lyndon is an a**hole. He struts around the office in a suit that costs more than my car and he never smiles. You'd think a man who owned a piece of fabric worth more than a Lexus would at least have something to be happy about. But no. Instead, he breathes down the necks of every employee on floor twelve and occasionally makes his way down to floors eleven and nine to glare and stomp around in his five figure loafers (he only skips floor ten because it's where the cleaning supplies are kept). He's attractive in that dark, mysterious sort of way, but any infatuation I might've developed over the man has been completely and utterly flattened by narrowed, steel gray eyes and lips pursed so tight I don't think a kind word has ever filtered between them.
For the most part, Mr. Lyndon avoids my desk. One, because I'm always here on time. Two, because I never leave early. And three, because I'm the best at what I do. Period. Although, in all honesty, I don't think Lex Lyndon has any clue what it is that I do for his grandfather's-now his father's-soon to be his business. So when he glides over to my desk, smooth as smoke and twice as sultry, I ignore him and keep on doing what it is that I do. That is, what I never expected I'd ever be doing. My moms (yes, I have two of them) think I'm simply a paper pusher, and they're disappointed enough as it is. Three years of art school and this is all you have to show for it? Well, so I suppose I'm a bit of a sell-out as far as things go. I abandoned oil painting and took up real estate. But not local, residential stuff. I'm talking international, commercial real estate, investments. Basically, I move around amounts of money so astronomical they make my head spin. I buy properties and then I sell them. Online.
And Mr. Lyndon occasionally stops by to narrow his eyes and sniff. Sometimes, he adjusts his tie - always a different color, never a brown or beige or black. I guess the random assortment of brightness on all of his dark suited person should reveal something to me, like maybe underneath all of that pompous arrogance and demeaning sneer, there's a person who feels things, who smiles, who laughs. But I never see it. To me, the legend of the Laughing Lex Lyndon may as well be Bigfoot. It could exist, but a few shoddy, blurry portraits aren't convincing anyone.
Today though, today is different.
Genre: Romance
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