{"id":18441,"date":"2017-05-17T07:00:03","date_gmt":"2017-05-17T12:00:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=18441"},"modified":"2017-05-16T18:00:37","modified_gmt":"2017-05-16T23:00:37","slug":"releaseday-boss-by-quinn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=18441","title":{"rendered":"#ReleaseDay – Boss by Quinn"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Title: Boss<\/span><\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
Author: Quinn<\/span><\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
Genre: Erotic Romance\/Romantic Comedy<\/span><\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
Release Date: May 17, 2017<\/span><\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
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The BOSS duology contains the first two books in the Run the\u00a0World Series, and a bonus novella (for a limited time)<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/b>Like a F*cking Boss<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n
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-TALIA NEWMAN-<\/span><\/div>\n
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He\u2019s the boss. I’m the booty call\u2026<\/span><\/div>\n
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I gave my last relationship everything I had and got shafted
\nin return. Now I’m all about proving I have what it takes to work amongst\u00a0talented designers and architects of ARC Industries, and building a better\u00a0future for myself.<\/span><\/div>\n
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Then my new boss arrives, and I just know trouble will
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How will I prove I’m more than a smart mouth and sexy curves\u00a0when I’m distracted by daydreams of the company’s sexy CEO, Theo Solomon?<\/span><\/div>\n
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To make matters worse, my daydreams turn into reality, and I\u00a0become Theo’s booty call.<\/span><\/div>\n
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Due to my past, I’m hesitant to accept that I want more than\u00a0secret rendezvous. But is Theo worth the risk?<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/b>Like a F*cking Lady<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n
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-THEO SOLOMON-<\/span><\/div>\n
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Talia Newman is a goddess who has curves any man would go\u00a0crazy for. She’s sassy, sexy and smart. She’s also a pain my ass…<\/span><\/div>\n
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I want her to warm my bed and share my life forever\u2014but the\u00a0minx is too stubborn to bend to my will.<\/span><\/div>\n
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When my past comes back to haunt me, my integrity and our\u00a0relationship are sorely tested. For once in my life, I fear that I may lose the\u00a0most important thing to me.<\/span><\/div>\n
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I’ll do whatever it takes to protect what’s mine and punish
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\nFrom Book 1: Like a F*cking Boss<\/span><\/span><\/b>*For readers 18+ due to Mature content*<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The universe has colluded to get me angry and possibly fired today. Not only am I late returning from lunch, there\u2019s taco sauce on my new, still-has-the-tag-on skirt. And like a sour cherry on top, as I try to rush back to the office in my too-tight skirt, a car nearly runs me down, screeching to a stop inches away from my legs. I slam a palm on the hood and scream profanities at the careless driver hiding behind the heavily-tinted windows. And because I\u2019m having such a wonderful moment, I flip him the bird before stepping onto the sidewalk and racing back into my office building.<\/p>\n

People who don\u2019t seem to be in any rush line the elevator banks. To make matters worse, I have to fight my way inside one of them since one car is out of order.<\/p>\n

Huffing and puffing and sweaty as hell, I finally sneak into the conference room stuffed with every single ARC employee. I slide next to Bryde. Her eyes widen and she mouths, \u201cWhat the hell happened?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou wouldn\u2019t believe it if I told you. Some fucker almost ran me over, and look what happened to my skirt! Oh, great.\u201d I groan. \u201cNow it looks like a Rorschach test.\u201d I point at the spot on my lap. After a quick lick on my thumb, I rub at the stain. Absently, I continue yapping, \u201cDid the boss man show up yet? Is he bald, fat and ugly like we thought?\u201d<\/p>\n

It takes a few synapses firing in my brain for me to realize the entire room has gone silent, and is slowly filling with a combination of murmurs, throat-clearings, and snickers. I let go of the bright fabric and glance around. Bet your ass all eyes are on me, including the unimpressed gaze of one hot-as-hell man in an impeccable navy blue suit that shouts \u2018I own this shit.\u2019 The intensity in those eyes causes me to step back, hitting the floor-to-ceiling glass wall behind me.<\/p>\n

For once in my adult life, I am speechless. Theodore Solomon, although bald, is neither fat nor ugly. He\u2019s a piece of six-foot-five goodness that I\u2019m willing to climb any damn time. For a minute or so, he holds my gaze. I keep my back flat against the wall, which effectively pushes out my tatas. Any warm-blooded man would be mesmerized by my tits, but not this one. His jaw tenses, and I swear he\u2019s about to ask me to walk to the front of the room, pull my skirt up, and spank me in front of the entire staff. If I\u2019m being honest, I wouldn\u2019t object. The thought wets the tiny piece of fabric covering my pussy. Then he pulls his gaze away from me and continues to address the room.<\/p>\n

I relax, sagging against the wall, and look sideways at Bryde, who appears even more scared than me, and then across the large table to Lyra, who looks like she\u2019s about to lose her shit. Mr. Theodore Solomon talks about what his restructuring plans mean for all of us, but he doesn\u2019t mention cutting jobs. We\u2019re safe, for now. Well, not me. I\u2019m pretty sure I\u2019ll get a pink slip before this day ends. I better figure out how to get the stain out of my skirt so I can wear it for job interviews before I can get a refund.<\/p>\n

As mesmerizing as Mr. Solomon\u2019s subtly-accented voice is, I couldn\u2019t concentrate any longer. I calculate the amount left in my depleting savings account and how I can make it last until I land another temp position. I highly doubt Lyra will give me a glowing reference, but Ingrid might. I\u2019m in deep shit. It wasn\u2019t easy finding this job. If push comes to shove, the taco place is hiring. My stomach gurgles at the thought of getting paid in tacos and wearing that god-awful forest green apron their underpaid staff wears. Oh God, they all wear hairnets! I absently fiddle with my dark brown curls while I swallow this information.<\/p>\n

A nudge to my ribs brings my attention back to the room. Bryde subtly nods her chin and pushes me toward the door. I guess the meeting is over. I\u2019ll have to text her later for any important info I\u2019ve missed\u2014not that it\u2019s going to matter after I get my ass booted out of here. My aforementioned ass is almost out the door when someone calls my name. Bryde and I turn and see Lyra\u2019s devilish smirk.<\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Solomon would like a word with you,\u201d Lyra says. Her pointy chin lifts. Smug bitch.<\/p>\n

My eyes widening, I send an SOS signal to Bryde, even though I know she can\u2019t do a thing. \u201cPray for me,\u201d I ask her as I pivot back and stop at the end of the conference table. Luckily, Lyra isn\u2019t the only one who stays behind. Mr. Yum and Ingrid talk amicably with the dapper CEO. There\u2019s a weird pinch in my belly as I watch Ingrid touch Mr. Solomon\u2019s upper arm, and I recall our earlier conversation about Teddy. Her hand stays on his biceps, and she leans in and whispers something in his ear. His impressive broad shoulders relax, and one corner of his mouth twitches into a small smile, a secret smile only meant for Ingrid. Yeah, if they\u2019re not banging yet, they will be soon. The pinch intensifies in my gut.<\/p>\n

Henrik extends his hand to Mr. Solomon. \u201cAnything else you need, just ask.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHave the blueprints ready for the new shopping centre. I intend to check in with each designer and architect before the week ends,\u201d Mr. Solomon tells him, and the men shake hands. He reaches for Ingrid, placing a large hand on her tiny waist, and quickly kisses her cheek. \u201cSee you in a bit.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBe nice.\u201d She pats his shoulder, and then smiles over at me. Henrik and Ingrid walk past me, and she touches my arm. I don\u2019t care for it. It\u2019s meant to soothe me because she knows I\u2019m getting fired. \u201cGood luck, Talia,\u201d Ingrid mumbles.<\/p>\n

I am so fucked.<\/p>\n

I nod and glance down on my pretty shoes. Hell, there\u2019s taco sauce on them too.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou may leave now too, Lyra.\u201d Mr. Solomon\u2019s booming voice takes my attention away from my shoes and I stare at Lyra. She pops her mouth open to protest, but she shuts it just as quickly, but the smirk returns on her sour face. \u201cHave all current bids and proposals at my desk before the day\u2019s done.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Theo.\u201d Head held high, she click-clacks her way out of the conference room.<\/p>\n

Struggling not to fiddle with my skirt or my hair, I wait for the shitstorm that’s about to rain down on me. While I think of reasons why I shouldn\u2019t be fired, my heart is jack-hammering in my chest, and I\u2019m starting to sweat. Not a pretty sight.<\/p>\n

Mr. Solomon closes the door behind Lyra, then takes a seat at the head of the Philippe Starck rectangular table. The chair groans underneath his weight, and its wide back barely matches the broadness of his shoulders. With one hand, he unbuttons his suit jacket, and the panels slide back, exposing a crisp white shirt and a plain, dark blue, skinny tie. His impeccable manner, the way he carries himself\u2014relaxed, yet powerful and authoritative\u2014and the fact that he\u2019s wearing what could be a real diamond tiepin should impress me, but something else, something totally unexpected catches my attention.<\/p>\n

Underneath his sleek navy trousers is one hell of an impressive boner.<\/p>\n

What\u2019s more shocking though is he doesn\u2019t seem to be hiding it. Mr. Solomon is proud of not-so-little Solomon straining at his zipper. I catch a moan between my teeth, and tamp down any notion that his hard-on is meant for me. After all, he and Ingrid were all over each other just moments ago.<\/p>\n

\u201cSit.\u201d Even though his voice is low, barely audible, it has a commanding tone that\u2019s hard to ignore.<\/p>\n

On your lap? I want to ask, but I shake my head instead. \u201cI\u2019d rather stand.\u201d If he\u2019s going to fire me, I\u2019d prefer staying on my feet, with hopes of escaping quickly after he\u2019s done with whatever he wants to say.<\/p>\n

I hold my chin high, defiant, proud, and our gazes lock once more. There\u2019s a twitch in his jaw, and somehow, seeing it calms my nerves. Maybe he\u2019s as uncomfortable as I am.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t tolerate tardiness, Miss\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTalia. Talia Newman,\u201d I supply.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, Miss Talia Newman, I\u2019m a busy man, and I still manage to make it to all my meetings on time.\u201d He crosses an ankle over a thick thigh and my eyes are drawn back to the bugle in his crotch.<\/p>\n

I clear my throat, and look up. \u201cI didn\u2019t mean to be late. I had an incident at the tac\u2014at lunch and well, this\u2014\u201d I wave my hand at the dildo-shaped taco stain. \u201cAnd some guy tried to run me over.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe didn\u2019t try to run you over. You were jay-walking.\u201d<\/p>\n

What the friggin\u2019 hell? \u201cHow did you\u2014\u201d My hands fly to my hips, but I check my attitude and drop them down again.<\/p>\n

Theodore Solomon glances at the windows over his shoulder. \u201cI saw the whole thing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou could see me from all the way up here?\u201d It\u2019s possible. We\u2019re only twenty floors up. Plus, it\u2019s not hard to spot my fuchsia skirt from afar. People on Mars could see it.<\/p>\n

He returns his gaze to me and rubs his angular jaw. \u201cI see all.\u201d<\/p>\n

Whatever the fuck that means. I roll my shoulders back, trying to shake off the effect of his stare. He looks like he could swallow me whole. His tongue, darting out between his lips, catches my attention. That simple action\u2019s effect on me is instantaneous. I might as well take off my panties as they\u2019ve become soaked and uncomfortable. His words take on a whole different meaning. Can he see me tremble under his gaze? Can he see me squirm? Can he see my heart beating hard enough to rip through my ribcage?<\/p>\n

I swallow to push down the lump in my throat and find my voice again. \u201cIs there anything else, Mr. Solomon?\u201d A lap dance? Some head? I mentally roll my eyes at myself. He\u2019s with Ingrid. Daddy issues or not, they make a better couple than he and I ever would.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s all, Miss Newman. And call me Theo. If you’d been on time, you would know I prefer an informal greeting.\u201d We stare each other down until I falter under the heat of his fiery gaze. Powerful. I can\u2019t help but be drawn to it. Then my eyes drop to his hand, which blatantly adjusts his erection. Fuck..me. Turning away, I quietly release a ragged breath, and show him my second-best assets before walking toward the door.<\/p>\n

I add an extra sway to my hips. He may be unavailable, but my second name is Flirt, and I\u2019m not always afforded a chance to do this to a hunky boss. Our last CEO was sweet but he resembled a crypt-keeper. Theo will have to get used to me ogling him every now and then. The chair creaks behind me, and in no time at all, he\u2019s standing beside me, his large hand on the door\u2019s handle, on top of mine. This close, I see the gold flecks in his light brown eyes and get a whiff of the mint on his breath. This close, the warmth of his body sharpens his irresistible manly scent.
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Quinn is a writer of romance bestsellers, according to her
\nparents. However, they\u2019ve never read her dirty books. Her stories are full of
\nhumor, sass, drama or angst. But guaranteed, they are filled with steamy scenes
\nwith hot Alpha heroes.<\/span>She has a healthy obsession with reading and writing romance,
\nand an unhealthy addiction to red wine, bourbon, and dark chocolate with sea
\nsalt. She doesn’t people until after coffee. When Quinn is not scribbling
\nErotic Romances, she loves to curl up with her puppy and watch foreign films.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Quinn lives in a house that never stays clean, no matter how
\nmuch she wishes it would. She also writes sweet, contemporary romance, romantic
\ncomedy, and chick lit under a different pen name.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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