This week, I welcome the clever and witty Summerita Rhayne to the blog, here to charm us with her latest Against All Rules. Also, comment to win the giveaway prize - a copy of the ebook! The question is... Do you believe in soul mates and why (or why not)?
BOOK SPOTLIGHT
AGAINST ALL RULES
By
SUMMERITA
RHAYNE
BLURB:
The efficient PA out of her depth...
Samara knows getting
attracted to Tahir is like asking for trouble. Not only is he her boss but he's
got divorced recently and has sworn off any commitment. Short term is not on
her list but temptation has never been stronger...
The man who doesn't have faith in rainbows anymore
Tahir doesn't
believe in enforcing a code of conduct he cannot follow. But Samara might just
make him make an exception! An affair at the office might seem a solution to
his troubles but how can he avoid treading uncharted territory...?
Against All Rules
...when fire
is set, it's hard to avoid the blaze...
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EXCERPT
Coming into her office to ask if
everything was ready, Tahir stilled as his gaze found the woman with her neck
arched back in abandon in the chair. What
the...his jaw went slack focusing on the darting tip of a tongue moistening
soft pink flesh and the expression of pure sensual enjoyment on her face.
This wasn’t his usually staid and
prim PA. Muscles clenched low in his body witnessing the sensuous slide of that
tongue tip. Like he’d wandered into the live filming of some erotic edgy scene.
It only needed her hair unconfined and the prim buttons on her top loosened for
the picture of sexy siren to be complete. With her head thrown back like that
and her chest thrust forward, full curves straining the buttons, she wasn’t
less than a siren now. His gaze moved back to the promise of her lush parted
mouth and it required no imagination to picture the feel of it beneath his, to
picture capturing that errant tip... He inhaled. Blood rushed through his body
at double the speed, surging strategically southward.
That kiss he’d shared with Samara had been a blindingly white ray of
light piercing the darkness he’d been sunk in that day. Something had reached
into him and pulled him out of the abyss. He’d been jolted to discover his cool
PA was capable of such a passionate response. But there was more. Something he
couldn’t name nor wanted to. He just wanted to put it behind a door and lock
it. He didn’t want to gaze into the widened eyes as he had that evening and see
the dawning awareness of desire, her body going hot at his touch.
Damn. Shouldn’t he have forgotten
these things? Maybe it had been his mind playing tricks on him.
He’d been all set to put her
straight. He didn’t want the calm of his workplace disrupted by anything and it
wasn’t with pleasure that he’d looked forward to the talk the next day. She’d
jumped in assuring him she was eager to put it behind her. Exactly what he
should have been happy to hear. His work environment restored to order.
Should have been.
But wasn’t...
Samara became conscious of something
different in her surroundings and sat up, guilt flooding her skin with warmth
as she saw Tahir looking at her from his six foot vantage point, narrowed brown
gaze focusing on her face. The dark brows lifted sardonically, his well shaped
mouth with that velvet sheen it had, curving oh so slightly.
‘I – I was just...’
She stopped, unable to explain and
unable to decipher why she felt the temperature of the room increase till a
wave of heat bounced around her body.
He stood feet apart, every inch the
inflexible, demanding boss man that he was. He was also jaw dropping handsome,
looking like a honed and toned version of a male deo model. Forget the chocó, I could settle for a bite
of that anytime. That well shaped mouth, with a fuller sensual lower lip,
dark eyes, the colour of ground coffee, thickly lashed. Those spikes, he gelled
his hair into as a concession to trend. No wonder women chased him any and
every chance they got.
‘I don’t pay you to indulge your
time fantasizing in my office.’ He
ground out, a curt edge to his deep voice, his eyes still narrowed on her face.
She almost did a double take,
wondering if he’d heard her thoughts but he was referring to her mooning pose
in the chair.
‘I wasn’t!’ Indignation made her
voice rise a notch more than its usual even tenor.
‘Whatever.’ He dismissed with a
flick of his fingers. ‘Is everything ready for the meeting with the Guptas?’
‘Of course.’
‘Then let’s go. There’s a land deal
to be made.’
He went back inside and took his
coat from the back of his chair to shrug into it. Against her will she followed
the movement, the stretch and ripple of muscles under the powder blue of his
shirt. Despite the desk job, he managed to keep himself athlete fit, partly by
playing football. She knew he had a game once or twice a week. Maybe he visited
the gym at other times. God knew when he had the leisure. He was at office
sometimes before her and she mostly came in at eight.
Didn’t his lady friends mind?
The errant thought rolled through
her mind and molten shame poured into her, heating her cheeks. Conscious of his
regard again fixing on her, she hurried off to instruct the helper to deliver
things to the car.
She came back to find him by her
desk.
‘Well?’ A dark eyebrow lifted to
question her hesitant pose. He was standing too close and she had to get her
bag from the desk. She waited for him to give her space as he did usually but
he wouldn’t move. How had he got to be so aggressive? Almost as though he
wanted to be in her way. Biting her lip she reached across to pick up her
oversize bag.
They didn’t touch so why was her pulse going
wild? Face it, Samara. You’re a sucker
for the guy. Another inner voice argued. I work for the man, damn it!
‘Ready to move? Has your mind got
back to work or are you still dreaming of your lover?’
She could only stare at him for the
unexpectedly snide tone of the comment. ‘What do you mean by that?’
He shrugged, ‘What else am I
supposed to think? You looked like you were reliving some secret sexual
fantasy.’
Her breath caught at his brashness.
Tahir, so distant and formal, was saying this? ‘How can you say that?’
She’d said the words in shock but he
chose to interpret differently, ‘It was pretty obvious from your expression.
Lips parted. Eyes half closed. Like a woman thinking of pleasure and only
that.’
Heat shot along her veins at his
description. At the tone. Lazily rolling around illicit words.
‘You would know of course, what a
woman thinking of ‘pleasure and only that’ looks like?’ She jibed.
‘Of course.’
Sexy and confident, his voice was
filled with sensual mockery. Something that prickled across her nerves like
thorny cactus.
‘Are you boasting about your sexual
prowess?’
‘Are you challenging it?’
Where had this
sort of talk come from, sidling into their usual mundane queries about forms
and research portfolios? A challenge was in his eyes. Hooded. Watchful.
Gleaming like caramelized sugar. Something dangerous and funky that she had
never seen and wasn’t quite sure she wanted to but that hooked her anyway.
About the author
Summerita Rhayne loves to write sensual and emotional romance. There's no knowing when some quirky - or sometimes even not so quirky - happening in daily life might trigger her right brain and then she's off craving a new story. She loves writing characters who learn and grow and find their way out of their troubles and emotional hang-ups. Hot, sensual heroes and sassy but sweet heroines mostly fit the bill in her stories. She also believes that a touch of humor never goes amiss in a book.
She divides her time between family, job and writing - and loves winding down with music, movies and the internet!
Email her at summeritarhayne@gmail.com
Website summeritarhayne.com
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