Within the doors of Sunset Reads William Jameson has come home to take over his mother’s New York publishing house after her death. He’s ready to turn things around when an electrifying encounter with the company’s sexy bestselling author makes him change his priorities to more sensual plans. While his cruel stepfather has decided he wants control of the company, William tries to remain focused as images of soft brown eyes and sensual lips continue to keep him up at night.
Cristina Cruz suddenly finds herself with part ownership of Sunset Reads. Not only has the previous owner left her with part of the publishing house, but also at the mercy of her son William, the company’s handsome new CEO, who seems to be determined to drive her crazy. Not only is he annoyingly attractive, but his alluring blue eyes continue to send shivers down her spine. Working side by side with him becomes all the more torturous as his enticing looks and their heated encounters send her senses reeling.
Opening the door slowly she peeked her head in. “Mr. Jameson, Miss Cruz is here to see you.”
“Yes, yes, I was expecting her eventually.”
Cristina walked through the door, feeling confident in herself and her work. “Were you now?”
He stood up and his long lean body stretched out to enhance every muscle beneath his fitted, black suit. Her confidence suddenly managed to waver and she took in a deep breath and found a way to compose herself. She stood straighter and forced herself to act professional.
Stop ogling him Cristina, he is the enemy and you are a renowned author, get your shit together! She forced herself to look at the deep blue eyes that had been so rude to her moments before.
He stood in front of her, his hand outreached. “Sorry about before Miss Cruz. It truly is a pleasure to meet my favorite author.”
Cristina stood there, staring at this sexy god, not knowing whether to slap him or drape herself around him. She blinked twice, and grabbed his hand in a strong shake. Electricity poured through every cell of her body as his warm hand enveloped hers. She told herself to remember to breathe. “So, you are Mr. Jameson. I’m sorry, but all I know of you, is your last name.”
Cristina’s thoughts went back to her romance novels, when the heroine meets the man of her dreams and everything goes perfectly well, and she knows exactly what to say and how to react… Well, it’s not true. It usually goes down right sour, even though his hand feels warm and strong and he drips sexiness and charm.
He laughed at her comment, an almost unrealistic sound that would send tingles down the spine of any hot blooded woman. “Yes well, you wouldn’t know me. You are far too important to notice a man like myself unless you considered reading Forbes Magazine and Business Journal every once in awhile.”
Was that a quip? She smirked. “I suppose if those matters intrigued me, I would know you. Yet, if you were that important you would have not only been mentioned, but written one of those articles yourself.”
He laughed again. “You are everything Adele said you would be and more.” He let go of her hand, taking its warmth with him. “Please, have a seat.” He walked back to his desk and hit the intercom. “Miss Arias, if you would please be so kind to bring in two coffees, I take mine black. Miss Cruz?”
“No thank you Daisy, I’ll just be a minute,” she answered, averting his gaze by focusing on the intercom in front of her.
He sat down, unbuttoning his suit jacket and leaning forward giving her a glimpse of a strong, tanned neckline and well-developed muscles. She stared for a moment and then blinked trying to glance around the office instead of at him.
“What can I help you with today, Miss Cruz?” he asked, bringing her out of her stupor.
She cleared her throat and forced to herself to look straight at him. “Well, I’d like to know why suddenly I get limitations and deadlines placed upon me?”
He nodded. “I understand why you might be upset, Miss Cruz, but this can only benefit you.”
“And you…you do understand, Mr. Jameson, that if I am forced into a short deadline, I am being forced to produce half assed work.”
He nodded. “Honestly, Miss Cruz, I didn’t feel you could ever possibly produce less than wonderful work.”
“Flattery will not get you anywhere Mr. Jameson…”
“Will,” he replied suddenly.
She paused. “I’m sorry?”
“My name is William, I go by Will, I prefer my colleagues call me that.”
She stopped and stared at him for a moment, her mouth slightly ajar in confusion. She shook her head. “Yes…ok, Will…the reason I am here is because I need an extension.”
“And why is that, Miss Cruz?” The deep tone of his voice vibrating in what seemed like fake concern.
Seemingly flustered, she tried to explain… “My inspiration…I am having trouble…I can’t concentrate.”
“Are you telling me you have writer’s block, Miss Cruz?”
“Yes…no…yes, and stop calling me by my last name!” Suddenly feeling aggravated by him, she pressed a forefinger to her temple.
“Oh… and how would you like to be called?”
Shocked, Cristina stared at him; his eyes almost looked endearing, like a small child’s. “Crissy…” she whispered nonsensically.
“Crissy…” he whispered back and smiled. “I can work with that. Well then, Crissy, how long of an extension were you looking for?”
“I’m not sure, deadlines make me flustered and I don’t like them. I don’t work well under them, it’s one of the reasons I chose to work with this publishing company….”
“And are you aware, Miss…Crissy, that because of our lack of deadlines, this company may collapse.” His voice held a slightly serious undertone to it causing Cristina to squirm uncomfortably in her seat.
“I doubt very much….”
“I am not finished,” he said sternly.
She paused, and stared at him in astonishment as he stood and walked to the far side of the office, proceeding to actually pour himself a drink. A drink! In the middle of the day?! Cristina realized that no matter how handsome he was, Adele was right, he truly was a conniving bastard, a truly slimy businessman who was used to getting his way.
“Neither was I.” Her voice sounding stronger and louder than she meant it to be. Standing up, she walked over towards him.
If he wants to play hardball, then he needs to be prepared for what’s coming.
She stood straighter, coming to stand in front of him. “Now, are you going to give me a drink or will I have to serve it myself?”
William’s eyes widened and he looked at her…then down at the bottle. He slowly handed her the glass he held and proceeded to pour another. Cristina held her breath and took a sip, the dark liquid unexpectedly heating up her insides. She managed not to cough and set the glass down, reaching out for her purse. “As I was saying, Mr. Jameson, I don’t work well under pressure. I’m well aware of your status here, but I also know you are well aware of mine. So I suggest you buy me some time unless you want to lose your best author.”
She went to leave, but quickly turned back around, wanting to get one last glimpse of the handsome man. “And Mr. Jameson, I hope next time you’ll be able to offer me a better drink.”
He smiled at her, a real smile that lit his face up. She quickly stepped out and walked away before she lost her nerve. Cristina felt good as she closed the door behind her, like she had won a battle. There was absolutely no way a man, let alone that man, would place any restrictions on her work. She refused to abide by them and she would make sure he understood it if he wanted to keep her. Her confidence remained strong, that is…until she reached the elevator doors and was stopped by Daisy, his receptionist. Astonished, Cristina watched as the pretty, petite, brunette came running up to her.
It’s been one year since Agent Damian Trent left for Washington without a word.
One year since he’s seen her beautiful face.
One year since he’s heard his name on her lips.
He’s been recently called back to New York City on assignment, to catch a criminal who’s trying to infiltrate Sunset Reads. The last thing he expects is to work side by side with the woman he turned his back on.
Having her close is an unwanted distraction that he’s more than willing to ignore, if only she wasn’t so damn tempting.
Everything seems under control, until a night of feverish passion has him abandoning all thoughts of reason. Now, he will do everything in his power to get her back, and even more so to protect her.
Layla Reece wants nothing to do with the man who left her a year ago.
The man who took her heart with him, leaving her broken.
After a year of trying to forget Damian Trent, she is finally ready to move on.
But trying to forget him becomes a tedious task when he suddenly reappears in her life.
Although she fights to stay away, his magnetism is too strong and she finds herself giving into the deep timbre of his voice, and the strength and safety of his arms.
Staying away from Damian turns out to be futile, especially when his kisses consume her and his heart shatters the walls she spent so much time building.
Finding herself in danger, she now has to turn to the only man she trusts to keep her safe, but can she trust him enough to give him her heart once again?
D.C. Triana was born in 1982, in New York City, to Colombian Immigrant parents. Being bullied in school made her find a healthy outlet in writing at the age of fourteen. She now resides in Florida with her family and shit-szu, Obi Wan, and works in Human Resources helping others.
Being a hopeless romantic, she is a fan of Pride & Prejudice and spends her free time reading new romance novels and supporting new authors. She won’t miss an episode of the Walking Dead and being a huge fan of Vampires has inspired her to dabble into the supernatural world for her next series. It was always her dream to become an author, and recently that dream has come true and continues to flourish. D.C.’s debut romance novel, Sunset Reads: William & Cristina is now available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited. It currently has a 4.5 star review rating on Amazon & a 4.3 star rating on Good Reads. She is currently working on her Sunset Reads four part series.
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