Hello. I’m Elizabeth – your personal concierge. My job is to play fairy godmother to the rich and famous.
The universal rulebook may say to never mix business with pleasure, but its author never worked for Grant Morgan, my sexy and brooding client. As a top attorney in Manhattan, Grant is used to calling the shots and dominating everything he touches. He also changes girlfriends as often as I pick up his dry cleaning. A part of me still wishes I could let him command my body and take me in ways I’ve never imagined, though.
One moment of weakness is all it takes to change everything forever.
Addicted – I can’t get enough of him. Consumed – He’s all I think and dream about.
The book has officially been thrown out the window. I’m in love and completely terrified. With lines blurred, I find myself lying, cheating and stealing to protect myself from being hurt. But my choices affect more than just me and now I’m not so sure what I’m trying to protect myself from.
Will love be enough to erase all I’ve done? Or have I made the biggest mistake of all?
Elizabeth is a personal assistant, concierge, to the rich and famous. She does all the tedious mundane things for them that they would rather skip doing, going to the store, doing laundry… I guess it is a good thing that she doesn’t offer up cooking to go with her vast array of odd jobs that are requested of her by her clients. But one of her new clients is just intriguing to her moreso than that rest of them.
Grant is a savvy lawyer whose weath is beyond comprehension. He is known to be a womanizer and with his good looks who would expect him to be anything less. Even Elizabeth, with her I don’t mix business and pleasure policies, has noticed him. She is intrigued by him and his looks just like everyone else. One thing she doesn’t care about is his money. He pays her to do a job and she does it well.
One day while dropping items off at his apartment, she speaks with Grant and his flavor of the month. But what she also does inadvertantly is say something she instantly knows she shouldn’t. When the woman stomps out of Grant’s life on the night of a big event, he is suddenly without a date. But of course that only lasts moments before he tells her she is going to be his date since she scared off the one he had arranged…
Wait… Elizabeth doesn’t mix business with pleasure. But oh how she would like to!
What I think I loved most about this book is that the characters are only jaded by their own thoughts and perceptions. They don’t have horrific pasts that they are trying to overcome. They don’t have big scary ghosts in the closet. Well… except that Corrine chick who I would just like to smack at every opportunity.
Elizabeth’s friends are fun and great to have around, although that also leads to many misunderstandings between her and Grant and the biggest one of all may be the one that breaks them apart and kills the hope of love for these two forever. But then there’s the secrets… GAH! If one more person in this book had a secret I may have screamed. There were so many little things that went unsaid which is what caused a lot of the drama in this book, but I know it is also what kept me reading page after page. I needed to make sure all of the drama was sorted out…
I don’t want to ruin this book for anyone because there are so many little twists and turns in it and I am afraid if I say anything else about the book itself I will give away something. Which is not my intention here. I really loved this book and was often torn between which character I was loving on and which one I wanted to be angry with. It melted my heart in one minute and shattered it in the next. I struggled with wanting Grant and Elizabeth to have a HEA and wanting them just to be done and over with.
Now the steam factor was pretty high. Grant definatley likes being in charge but he also knows that Elizabeth is special and he treats her like she is something amazing. Well, except that one part when I wanted to throw the flowers directly at his head…
This book tugged my heart and made me smile. It was well written and I was so sad when it was over, although any more drama for these two and I probably would have been screaming at my tablet… It was a great read and I would highly recommend it!
© Jessica Ingro
Arms in the air, hips swaying, I lost myself in the sounds of 112’s, “Peaches and Cream.” Matt moved up behind me, pulling me back against his hard chest, grinding his hips into mine. His hands glided teasingly down my arms and sides, causing a slow burn in my belly. His hand moved my hair over my shoulder so his lips could skim along the side of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
Feeling like I was being watched, my eyes opened and looked directly into the blazing, heated gaze of Grant Morgan. I had made myself forget that he was here, but apparently he hadn’t forgotten I was. He sat forward in his booth, his one arm propped on his leg – watching me. He was the master of his domain and of his body. You could tell he was at ease with himself and knew how to command his body. He had a powerful aura now that I was closer to him. And if I wasn’t mistaken, his jaw seemed to tick when Matt ran his hands intimately down my thighs as he danced behind me.
From that moment forward, I danced for Grant. It was beyond my control. My imagination went wild with thoughts of him behind me, moving me sensually against him. Matt or not, I only wanted him to watch me. Only wanted him to touch me. Only wanted him to want me. It was dangerous. It was reckless. It was everything I wasn’t.
Grant watched me the whole time. Even when waitresses brought him what looked like whiskey or scotch. Even when Nik came back to talk with him. It was a rare occasion for me to look his way and not see his eyes on me. The heated look in them made my skin tingle and my panties grow wet with desire. I might as well have been naked, for the way his eyes stripped me bare.
At one point, I caught him subtly adjusting himself. When he did that, I closed my eyes, overcome with a wave of need. I ran my hands over my breasts and down my torso, further stimulating myself. I could imagine my hands down his pants, feeling his hardness beneath my palm as I squeezed it and made him hiss with pleasure. And when my hands skirted farther down my body, I imagined it was his, seeking to give me the same pleasure that I was giving him.
And that was how I spent the rest of the night. Seductively beckoning Grant to join me. Secretly wishing he would answer my unspoken call. When a man I didn’t know came up and pulled him away, I watched him leave the club and felt an odd sense of loss blanket me. What was happening to me?
Jessica is the author of the Love Square series. She grew up in Central New York, where she spends her days as a Security Analyst at an IT consulting company. In her free time, she enjoys reading books and developing ideas for her own stories. Writing is her secret passion that she’s been fostering since elementary school, when she wrote her first book about a puppy. It has always been a dream of hers to be able to share her stories with the world.
Jessica currently lives in New York with her husband and three dogs.
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