Romance Junkies 4.5 blue ribbons! ECLIPSE OF THE HEART is at times humorous, and at others, gut-wrenching. Carly Carson has penned a delightfully sensuous and seductive romance that is perfect for your summer beach bag. Chris Mead.
To provide for her seriously ill sister, a sexy junior executive accepts a high-paying, somewhat mysterious job with a hard-driving business tycoon, but he thinks he's hired a new mistress.
Amanda Thompson is offered her dream job as a junior executive at a Manhattan venture firm. The terms are a little vague, but she has a seriously ill sister to provide for, and her new boss is a seriously attractive man. Failure is not an option, so she'll keep her eye on the prize, and her heart and body out of the mix…despite the boss's overly personal interest in her.
Logan Winter is a hard-driving business tycoon who likes his sex life hot and his emotional life cold. His new high-end call girl is a little different from the ordinary bimbos who fill the role. That's okay, since he's ready for different. Even discovering the mistake that's been made is okay, because he knows how to get what he wants…and he wants Amanda.
Excerpt: "I’m not attracted to you!" Amanda's breath strangled in her throat as she fought a moan. She'd known it was a mistake to allow her new boss, Logan Winter, to book them into the same hotel room, even if it was a two-bedroom suite.
"Are you sure about that?" he asked.
His tongue licked her lips and her mouth fell open, without any decision on her part. He swept in, and this time he kissed her hard. So hard she had to kiss him back. So hard that their tongues couldn't avoid tangling. So hard that it was only natural for his arms to sweep around her and crush her to him.
She tasted whiskey on his tongue, smelled heat on his skin, and heard murmurs of approval in his throat.
No, she wasn’t sure about anything. Except the fact that she couldn’t do this. She couldn’t be thinking about twining her legs around his waist, or falling back on the plush sofa and turning it into a bed.
His mouth moved down her neck as he pressed kisses both hard and tender to her. He bit her where her neck met her shoulder, just as his roaming hands feathered over her breasts. Her purse fell to the floor, and the thump registered a wake-up call.
"Logan," she said, struggling to repeat the words. Lie or not, she had to say them to stop this dangerous madness. "I’m not attracted to you."
He released her just enough to look down at her. "So why are your nipples hard?"
"Because you’ve been manhandling them!"
His half smile showed, though his face looked a little strained. "Yeah, technically I suppose they have been handled by a man. With great pleasure."
"I've had a long day." If she didn't get out of this room, she might grab him. "I'd like to retire to my room. Will you need me tonight for work?"
He raised his brows. "Yes, I will need you," he said firmly. "Perhaps you’d like to change into something more comfortable?" He glanced at his watch. "Shall we say half-an-hour?"
"Fine." She suppressed a sigh. He had told her this would be her first night on the job. "Though I don’t need to change," she added. "What will you want me to do?"
His gaze, which had been lingering on her breasts, snapped to her face.
"Amanda, you’re a sharp woman. Right from the beginning I liked that about you."
She took a step back. "Your point is?"
"Look, unless you’re wearing a plaid skirt and knee socks, the ingénue approach isn’t my thing."
"The ingénue approach?" He’d reduced her to a parrot.
"The dumb, innocent act. Even in the right outfit, it wouldn’t be my first choice."
"I …" She opened and closed her mouth. Words failed her. Had she taken a job with a pervert? Damn! It had seemed so perfect! "What are you talking about?"
"Are you new at this?" he demanded, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at her. "Because I’ve told the agency I want only experienced women. And no games."
"You know exactly what