Our Valentine E-Book

Liz Gavin

• Herausgeber: Elessar Books LLC
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

When three daring and powerful businessmen join forces to create Sexy & Sinful: Spa & Resort, things are bound to heat up in the most risqué ways imaginable!
But indulging in the sinful fantasies with a curvy woman they’ve just met may cost them their business. After all, she’s the perfect candidate for the general manager position at the resort…
Drowning in debt, Jenny Taylor faces bankruptcy and has no choice but to take on a second job; finding work at Derrick, Bryant, and Mitch’s resort. With her work experience at Club Desire, she’s used to playing top to the wealthiest and most demanding of customers. But the three CEOs of her new workplace take seduction and pleasure to dizzying heights she’s only ever dreamed of.
They thought a single Valentine’s night of passion would satisfy their desires—but they were wrong. Their connection and chemistry are off the charts, and they soon find themselves craving something more long-term…
Start reading this deliciously sinful contemporary reverse harem romance series today and lose yourself to the ecstasy you find only at the Sexy & Sinful: Spa & Resort!

Fans of Allyson Lindt, Mari Carr, and Jayne Raylon will find their next book boyfriends in this standalone novella. Happily-ever-after guaranteed with high levels of heat wrapped around plenty of sass and wit.

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Our Valentine

Sexy and Sinful

Liz Gavin

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Our Valentine © copyright 2019 Liz Gavin

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Note - A shorter version of this story has been previously published under the name Three CEOs for Valentine’s as part of the Seduction in a Suit Anthology

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This book is a work of fiction. All characters in this novel are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

The material in this book is for mature audiences only because it contains graphic sexual content and is intended for those over the age of 18 only.

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Contents

Synopsis

Our Valentine

1. The Job Interview

2. The New Clients

3. The Ultimatum

4. The Business Proposal

5. The Public Tease

6. The Not-so-public Romp

7. The Experiment

8. The Outcomes

9. The Arrival

10. The Not-a-date Valentine’s Date

11. The Moment Things Got Real

12. The Thriving Business of Love

Epilogue

Thank YOU

About the Author

Also by Liz Gavin

Synopsis

When three daring and powerful businessmen join forces to create Sexy & Sinful: Spa & Resort, things are bound to heat up in the most risqué ways imaginable!

But indulging in the sinful fantasies with a curvy woman they’ve just met may cost them their business. After all, she’s the perfect candidate for the general manager position at the resort…

Drowning in debt, Jenny Taylor faces bankruptcy and has no choice but to take on a second job; finding work at Derrick, Bryant, and Mitch’s resort. With her work experience at Club Desire, she’s used to playing top to the wealthiest and most demanding of customers. But the three CEOs of her new workplace take seduction and pleasure to dizzying heights she’s only ever dreamed of.

They thought a single Valentine’s night of passion would satisfy their desires—but they were wrong. Their connection and chemistry are off the charts, and they soon find themselves craving something more long-term…

Start reading this deliciously sinful contemporary reverse harem romance series today and lose yourself to the ecstasy you find only at the Sexy & Sinful: Spa & Resort!

Fans of Allyson Lindt, Mari Carr, and Jayne Raylon will find their next book boyfriends in this standalone novella. Happily-ever-after guaranteed with high levels of heat wrapped around plenty of sass and wit.

Our Valentine

1

The Job Interview

Jenny

The upbeat rhythm of When The Saints Go Marching In drifted in through the closed bedroom window, followed by cheerful clapping. Some street performers would take home a couple of extra bucks, not a rare thing in the tourist-packed French Quarter.

Pushing those thoughts away, Jenny Taylor tried on a professional smile in the mirror as she smoothed the dark-blue pencil skirt reaching her calves. A matching dark-blue jacket in stark contrast to an ivory silk top and a pair of two-inch Mary Janes completed the demure outfit. She cringed at her reflection. A far cry from the casual clothes she preferred to wear, lightyears distant from her night job attire. At Club Desire, she favored leather accentuated by metal studs and sky-high pumps that highlighted her ass and made her shapely legs longer.

A dominatrix look could boost her self-esteem, and God only knew an extra dose of confidence could aid her nail that upcoming job interview. Jenny doubted that the New Orleans Housing Authority’s dress code allowed for ultra-short, leather miniskirts.

She couldn’t afford to screw up that opportunity after calling in so many favors.

Yet bankruptcy lurked in the shadows of Jenny’s future. Her mom’s medical bills hit Jenny’s bank account every week. Cancer treatment did not come cheap.

She was all her mom had, though. Them against the world, that was how it had always been. Jenny’s turn to beat the monsters now. She wouldn’t let her mother down.

Spine straight as an arrow, one last glance at her image confirmed her shoulder-length black hair hadn’t strayed. Makeup in earth tones drew attention to her blue eyes and high cheekbones. On her way out of the apartment, she grabbed a designer handbag from the table by the door.

Although Club Desire compensated their employees with lavish paychecks, her mom’s recent diagnosis had depleted her bank account. At times, not having options worked as encouragement. So, all the way to the New Orleans Housing Authority headquarters, Jenny envisioned possible questions during a job interview, rehearsing her responses. It was a good thing the rideshare driver was not the chatty type.

The concrete and glass two-story building, not much different from any other public building, housed the best shot at a solution to Jenny’s financial difficulties. The automated door slid open, and she stepped inside. She inhaled deeply, trying not to freak out. Warmth from a central heating system at full blast swaddled her like a treasured memory. Fueled by the comforting sensation, she allowed herself to hope as she greeted the front desk clerk with a genuine smile.

“Hello. I’ve got an appointment with Ms. Bowman.”

The twenty-something male dressed in a black polo shirt nodded and typed away into a computer before returning his gaze to Jenny. “Room 105.” When she raised an eyebrow at his lack of willingness to volunteer information, he pointed to a corridor to her right. “Third room to your left.”

“Thank you.”

A humongous swarm of butterflies played havoc in her stomach as she approached the ordinary-looking door. Jenny stared at the plaque with the room number as if it could predict the future. Before she reached for the polished metal knob, Jenny prayed to any divine entity that happened to be eavesdropping. Not being religious sucked at frightening moments like this. With another deep inhale, followed by a long exhale, she stepped into the room.

Fuck!

She was royally screwed.

Of all the interviewing committees in all the offices in New Orleans, Jenny walked into one whose chairman was a regular at Club Desire.

Fuck.

Non-disclosure clauses could not protect her. Dismay followed by dread beamed from Mr. Dalton’s gaze. Unfortunately, suspicion settled last as he squinted his small green eyes and scowled.

Fuck! Fuckery fuck.

Reining in the urge to bolt, the professional smile she had rehearsed in the mirror making her muscles ache, Jenny perched on the only empty chair, facing the three people behind a table. Her interview committee turned firing squad.