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.
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