Cara's Book Boudoir: Compromising Her Position by Samanthe Beck Review

Compromising Her Position
a Compromise Me Novel
By: Samanthe Beck
Releasing November 16, 2015
Entangled Brazen

A sexy category romance from Entangled's Brazen imprint...

He's not who she expected, but he's exactly the man she needs…

When Chelsea Wayne drags Santa into a supply closet for a little office party nookie, she assumes the man in the suit is her on-again/off-again coworker boyfriend. Instead, it's Rafe St. Sebastian, a man known for his hard-driving ways in business as well as the bedroom--and, kill her now, the brand spanking new owner of Las Ventanas--who grants her naughtiest Christmas wishes.

So much for her reputation, not to mention her career.

Rafe needs to close three acquisitions to prove to his father he's ready to take the helm of St. Sebastian Enterprises. A hot interlude in a supply closet after deal number two seems like the perfect illicit Christmas bonus. Unfortunately, when that "bonus" becomes the key to the final deal, he finds himself back in bed--so to speak--with Chelsea, and after their steamy tryst, he's not interested in keeping things professional...

Chelsea Wayne finally has everything she wants; she is dating her boss Paul, while she worked at her dream job as Assistant manager of the La Ventanas Resort. But Paul is a little staid, so to spice it up, she tries to get Paul to dress up as Santa at the Christmas party and to get a little frisky in the cupboard! And she thinks he has gone along with her plan! But she realizes (after a steamy time in the closet with Santa) the guy dressed up as Santa is not Paul, no the man she had a steamy time with is Rafe St. Sebastian…the new owner of La Ventana Resort! She is horrified and is about to confess…until Paul confesses that he has been having an affair with another co-worker and she is pregnant! With all this happening, Chelsea Leaves her dream job, for a position in Hawaii, thinking that she will be left alone to sooth her wounds.

Chelsea Wayne is one of the reasons St. Sebastian Enterprises bought the La Ventana Resort and when she runs after that fateful Christmas party, Rafe St. Sebastian is left to prove to his father, that he can save this deal and the hotels before Paul destroys it! So he follows her to Hawaii, the pretense that it’s all about business…but that can be further from the truth!

So I am going to stop it there, as I don’t want to give any more of the story away! But this book was a mind blowing read. Now I have read many of a boss/employee romances, but this by far is one of the best!! I love the way that Chelsea’s character is such a strong women, but I wish she would have stood up to Paul and Ruff-Ruff more! Rafe character was great, but a few times his daddy-pleasing got on my nerves! I loved the way the author added the emails between the departments! My husband worked at a well-known chain of hotels for over 15 years and when I mentioned some of the emails in the book, he thought they were pretty accurate! Which I just found so funny!!!

Now we all know that I am not a rom-com kind of girl, but I absolutely loved Compromising Her Position! The authors writing, plot and characters was simply divine and I found myself so emotionally tied to the characters, that I was devastated when the book ended!

I give Compromising Her Position 9 out of 10!

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“There is nothing personal between us.”

“I beg to differ. In fact, I’m fairly certain I know your deepest, darkest secret.”

“I sincerely doubt that.”

He brought his mouth to her ear. “You knew I wasn’t Paul.”

“No.” The denial, though immediate, sounded slightly breathless, slightly desperate.

She had to have at least suspected, at some point. He refused to believe otherwise. “Not at first. But when I had you clinging to the tables, trembling so hard you could barely stand? You knew.”

“You-you’re delusional. If I’d realized you weren’t Paul, don’t you think I would have stopped you?”

“No. By the time you realized, you didn’t care.” The crowd around them erupted into a countdown.

Ten... He cupped her jaw in one hand... Nine... and slid the other down her back. Then lower. Eight... “You didn’t care about anything except my tongue tracing the path of your thong”—he let his fingers do the honor now—“all the way down until I could taste your sweet, throbbing little—”

“I thought you were Paul!” Her wide eyes darted to his, pupils huge.

Five... “Remember how you used your body to beg for more? There’s no f-ing way you’ve ever begged like that for Paul Barrington. No f-ing way. I could have you begging again.”

Her breathing came in quick, shallow pants. The hands she’d rested lightly on his shoulders tightened, bunching his jacket in a white-knuckled grip. She shook her head. “Not going to happen.”

Three... He was risking getting his face slapped in the middle of a dance floor on New Year’s Eve, but he didn’t care. For some inexcusable reason, he needed to know she wanted him, not Barrington.

Two... He spread his palm over the perfect curve of her ass and hauled her against him, so she’d feel just how well he remembered every damn detail of their last meeting.

One...

“It’s not?” he challenged, and then crushed her lips under his.

Cheers of “Happy New Year” echoed around them over the strains of “Auld Lang Syne.” A flotilla of black and silver balloons sailed down from the ceiling. Guests laughed, and sang, and jostled them while he kissed her. Sparkly, star- shaped confetti rained over everyone and everything, and he kept right on kissing her. Her arms twined around his neck. Her lips parted. She flattened one hand against the back of his head and held on. When he bent her over his arm and swept his tongue into her soft, yielding mouth, she wrapped her leg around his hip. The heat of her body practically seared his thigh through his tuxedo pants.

He trapped her lower lip between his teeth and nibbled. There went his no biting promise, but her shuddery moan told him she didn’t mind.

The song ended. The house lights came up a few notches. He slowly drew her upright, and even more slowly relinquished her mouth. She stared up at him, dazed, her lips plumped from their kiss.

“You’re a terrible liar, Miss Wayne.”

Giving her a grin he hoped didn’t reveal how much the move cost him, he walked away.

Wine lover, sleep fanatic, and USA Today Bestselling Author of sexy contemporary romance novels, Samanthe Beck lives in Malibu, California, with her long-suffering but extremely adorable husband and their turbo-son, Hud. Throw in a furry ninja named Kitty and Bebe the trash talking Chihuahua and you get the whole, chaotic picture.

When not clinging to sanity by her fingernails or dreaming up fun, fan-your-cheeks sexy ways to get her characters to happily-ever-afters, she searches for the perfect cabernet to pair with Ambien.