The Negotiator, an all-new
sexy, romantic comedy standalone from Avery Flynn is now LIVE!!!
The Negotiator
Avery Flynn
Releasing April 24th, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Entangled Select
Wanted: Personal Buffer
Often snarly, workaholic executive seeks “buffer” from annoying outside distractions AKA people. Free spirits with personal boundary issues, excessive quirks, or general squeamishness need not apply. Salary negotiable. Confidentiality required.
This “free-spirit” might look like hot sunshine and lickable rainbows, but she negotiates like a pitbull. Before Sawyer knows what hit him, he’s agreed to give up Friday nights for reality tv, his Saturdays for flea markets (why buy junk still baffles him), his Tuesdays and Thursdays for “date nights” (aka panty-losing opportunities if he plays his cards right). And now she wants lavender bath salts and tulips delivered every Monday?
Yup, she’s just screwing with him. Good thing she’s got this non-negotiatable six-weeks-and-she’s-gone rule or Sawyer may have just met this match…
A
teasing promise lit her eyes. "And I never would have guessed you didn't
have any experience working with your hands."
Now
that was just a straight up lie. "I never said that. You know very well
that I'm good with my hands." He reached out and tucked a stray blonde
hair behind her ear, letting his touch linger. "Very good."
Her
breath caught, but she didn't move away as his fingers trailed down the soft
column of her neck. Her pulse thrummed under his touch and one glance down at
the hard peaks pushing against her thin T-shirt confirmed she was skating along
the same fault line between sanity and lust that he was.
"Are
you flirting with me?" she asked, her voice breathy.
"No."
He didn't flirt. That was Hudson. Sawyer was the grumpy brother. He never
flirted. Still, his hand didn't drop from where he was touching her and he
couldn't tear his gaze away from her perfect pink mouth.
"Of
course not." She leaned forward, cutting the distance between them, so
close he could feel her soft breath against his skin. "That would violate
the contract."
The
temptation to dip his head the few inches to kiss her had his entire body hard
and wound tight with anticipation. Lust ran through him like a runaway freight
train. The little voice in the back of his head screaming that this was a bad
idea suffered the same fate as it had in the supply closet last night: death by
ignoring. Clover Lee had that effect on him. It was going to be a very long
month and a half.
"The
napkin didn't say anything about flirting," he said.
No,
he was totally free to give himself blue balls the size of watermelons every
time he came near his personal buffer.
"Ah-ha!"
The triumphant sound escaped her lush lips as she straightened, expanding the
space between them and dislodging his hand from her soft skin. "You are
flirting."
Was
he? No. He was torturing himself. That was a very different sort of hell.
"You take all the fun out of things."
"No
way." She shook her head, the movement letting a few more silky strands
loose from the knot on the top of her head. "I am the definition of fun.
If it wasn't for me, you'd still be in your office banging on your
keyboard."
"I
don't bang."
"Not
me, you don't," She shot him a cocky smirk. "It's in the contract.”
Perfect combination of fun, flirting, sex and emotion! Sawyer and Clover's relationship starts with the first of several negotiations between them when she agrees to be the buffer between him and his mom and the eligible women she keeps bringing by. But when Sawyer realizes she could be a much better buffer is they pretend they're engaged, he tries to renegotiate the terms of their contract, but he doesn't count on Clover being better than he is. The next few weeks have taking time to do things he would never do, including hiding her hiking boots, (you'll have to read the book to understand), all while trying to close a business deal. I smiled the entire time I was reading, except when Sawyer is an idiot, but his final negotiation with Clover brought it back. I'm really curious about Sawyer's brother and what the real story behind his carefree attitude is. Hopefully he will get his own book soon.
I voluntarily reviewed an advanced reader copy of this book. I was not compensated for this review, all conclusions are my own.
Avery Flynn is an award winning, USA Bestselling romance author. She has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip.
She was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good whip a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.
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