Title: Wild Girls Rule
(#1 of the Everly Brothers)
Author: Rosalie Lario
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Wild girls get what they want…
After moving to New York City, Hailey Thompson lands a job as the assistant to her older brother’s best friend - and her childhood crush - Andrew Everly. Seeing Andrew again both thrills and terrifies her. The lighthearted boy she remembers has grown into an impossibly handsome man, but he’s also become a cold and ruthless businessman.
When Andrew agrees to hire Hailey as a favor to his childhood friend, he still thinks of her as the fresh-faced girl that he knew growing up. On the contrary, she’s all woman. Temptation in a short skirt. As alluring as she is though, the little beauty is far too flighty for a man like him…not to mention that he’s her boss.
As Andrew secretly struggles with his self-control, Hailey does everything in her power to crack his rigid façade. After being forced to spend a weekend away together on business, Andrew’s rigorously sculpted mask of discipline begins to slip, and Hailey gladly takes advantage of the opportunity to educate him in the ways of seduction. He can claim all he wants that he likes his women elegant and controlled, but Hailey knows a dirty little secret…when it comes to matters of the heart, wild girls rule.
Excerpt . . .
So why did ribbons of anxious energy curl around her stomach like an army of frenetic butterflies?
Suck it up, Hailey. You need this job.
Really, really needed it. Like, she’d-be-out-on-her-ass-next-week-if-she-didn’t-pay-rent needed it.
After shoving past a throng of people bustling about on their way to work, Hailey stopped before the reflective glass of a storefront and examined her reflection.
Her eyes were wild. Too big in her face. Several light brown curls sprang free from the messy bun she’d attempted this morning. She’d have to get better at putting her hair up now that she was going to be working in a professional office every day.
Tucking the errant strands back into place, she took a deep breath.
Stop it, Hails. No big deal.
After all, she was only about to see the object of her childhood fantasies for the first time in eighteen years.
Yet, Andrew Everly was no longer the adolescent boy she remembered but a man in his thirties. And thanks to a little groveling by her brother, Evan, he was going to be her new boss.
Well, she’d never been one to back down from a challenge, and she wasn’t about to start now. Even if part of her wanted to hide in shame at the thought that Andrew knew what a royal screw-up she’d grown up to be.
The offices of Everly Publications were located in a modern, midtown building that could only be characterized as a skyscraper. As she gazed up to the metal spire marking the top, a thrum of excitement sparked in her chest.
“I can’t believe I’m here,” she whispered.
The mouth-watering aroma of soft, baked pretzels and cooked onions wafted from the hot dog vendor on the street corner, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee drifted over from the building’s first floor café. Underneath it all was the faint but unmistakable stench of sewage mixed with cigarette smoke. She wasn’t in Kansas anymore.
Or Tampa, Florida, in this particular case. Though she’d only been here a short time, her hometown seemed like a distant memory.
“Heh.” Grinning, she gave in to the urge to spread her arms wide and yell, “I can’t believe I’m here!”
That earned her a few strange looks, but for the most part, everyone ignored her.
Yep, gotta love that New York state of mind.
Three weeks into her new life in the city that never slept and the novelty had yet to wear off. She loved it almost as much as it overwhelmed her, and she desperately wanted to stay. Where else could she randomly break into song without immediately being labeled a lunatic?
That thought alone gave her the courage to elbow her way through the crowd and into the revolving doors.
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About the Author . . .
After attending law school in Florida, she practiced real estate law for several years before finally admitting to herself that negotiating contracts wasn't nearly as fun as dreaming up stories. When not writing, you can find her on a boat somewhere along South Florida's waterways, chasing down a rainbow or pretending to be a pirate.
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