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Mr. Tall Dark and Deadly hired a new assistant - a vampire. Now she's the one calling all the shots!
Two seemingly different supernaturals are about to shake up the small island in this new office romance that's guaranteed to leave you thirsty for more. Secret glances, a hot elevator encounter, and lots of cupcakes! Boss Me, Fang is not your average steamy romp in the conference room romance. No, it's got a little more… bite to it.
Veronica: I can't deny my boss is one hot motherf*cker. His tornado-rude attitude is a big ol' billboard sign telling me to stay in my own lane. However there's no avoiding the magic that surrounds Keeland Elwood, nor his natural sex appeal, because I can't. I'm his assistant. And apparently, I’m the only one who can tame the beast behind the desk. Shit is going down in the office (Sorry, I don't mean him on me -- just yet.) And hopefully the stunt I'm about to pull will save a deal gone horribly wrong and not cause Keeland to destroy a small village and end my career.
Keeland: There’s only so much a man can do to steer clear of a woman who’s the star of his every hot and sweaty fantasy. It takes even greater strength when the woman in question is his assistant. For the next seventy-two hours I’m about to be left in the midst of two battles, one of which I’m on the verge of losing. That one involves my company. The other? Well, that assistant I was talking about? She’s a dark mistress, a wicked woman who’s sure to leave me on my knees. And I’m okay with not getting back up.
Publisher's Note: Boss Me, Fang (Monster Haven 0.5)has been previously published. The Changeling edition has undergone substantial revision.
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Boss Me, Fang (Monster Haven 0.5)
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Copyright ©2017 JR Pearson
"Ron, you're needed in his office."
"Now?" I frowned, gesturing to the purse I'd just set down next to my computer, which I hadn't even logged on to yet. Damn, can I blink a few dozen times before getting summoned?
"Now," Mona said, giving me a pointed look, glancing briefly at my office window -- we're on the fiftieth floor in The Tower -- a warning to not jump out. Even though I am a vampire and could handle such gruesome, pavement-landing descents.
I gazed sorrowfully at the blood-peppermint latte in my hand.
We'll meet again. I promise.
I grumbled a "Fine," I grabbed the iPad I use to store Mr. Elwood's schedule, notes, and other important items. I followed Mona, the dutiful, petite, gray-skinned demoness with horns, out to the hallway. I couldn't even stab my frustration into the floor with my black pump heels since it was carpeted.
I settled on a colossal eye roll.
"I saw that," Mona snickered. I was trailing behind -- the demoness had stellar senses. I smirked, and I'm sure she knew I was doing that, as well. Mona is dead-ass sharp as a whip, a force to be reckoned with. She's perfect as my boss, Keeland Elwood's, hellhound dog. Phone calls were useless, thus Mona personally dragged workers' behinds to the King of Pompous when they were needed immediately. I'm one of the few who's garnered a soft spot with her. The little gray-skinned demon loved my juicy resume when I applied for this job, which in hindsight is like a market cashier position up against my qualifications. Still, it's a job that doesn't contain a dump load of stress, and it's not high profile with heavy responsibilities that'll gain major attention, like I'm used to. It's low-key.
It's being an assistant. Mr. Elwood's personal assistant.
I'm an organized individual. I can push to have something done for my employer. Mona saw that drive in me and no sooner I was dismissed from the interview she conducted than I was called back and asked whether I wanted my last name, Ardelean, as a desk plate, or hung on the outside the door to my new office.
I told her both.
Mona admitted I'm an exceptionally confident, grab 'em by the horns individual -- precisely what Mr. Elwood needs as an assistant. The work pace tends to get fast and I sure as hell can keep up. However, I've lived too damn long to not have caught the over enthusiastic ploy she touted when talking about Keeland Elwood, my lovely new boss... insert fucking eye-roll. Shame on me again for not doing my homework. I'm his thirty-seventh assistant in the last six months. Good Goddess, where's the hills? Because I should have run toward them.
Back in my homeland, Bucharest, Romania, my father, along with his business team, shaped me into the woman I am today, right out the womb of my cold undead mother. I lived a take-no-prisoners lifestyle in the Ardelean household. I was bred to snatch the things I want and sink my teeth into what I desire. Back straight, all work, no play.
So, was there any fun? No. It was nonexistent. The deprivation of simple pleasures was every day's theme.
I wasn't given beautiful gifts as a child. Nothing was handed to me that made me smile. I was first introduced to love when I'd happen to stumble across blood-laced cupcakes at the age of three hundred and fifty -- the vampire equivalent of early twenties in human years.
I'm four hundred now. Nothing's changed. I'm single as can be and only I can make myself happy. Thankfully, vampires not being able to consume real food is a myth, because sweet pastries send my non-beating heart a flutter. Just imagine it does, that's what I do. We certainly can eat, but the flavor level, no matter the dish, is really low. Adding specific types of blood that mimic the flavors of food heightens the taste.
No one had told me this before.
Then again, why would they, when everyone around me, including myself during childhood, drank human blood -- something I won't miss. Sometimes I scour my memories and wonder how the human source was acquired. Had I indulged in the blood of a mortal who willingly supplied it? Or was that person taken and robbed of it all and has now been added to the devastatingly long list of missing people in the country?
These are now deemed dark memories. Sadly, at one point they used to be normal.
Now I sustain my thirst with animal blood. The good I've taken from all these years of being morphed into the coveted jewel of my father is being independent, and succeeding at everything I do. But also, much to his dislike, the dormant rebellious fire I'd kept hidden from him blazes freely now.
No man will ever control what I want, or do, in my life.
That's why I ditched his strict reign in Romania and moved to the Isle of Grimstone. I'd been here two months. During that time, I relaxed, gazing at everyone as I walked down the street. I freaking skipped like a schoolgirl to Mystique Beach -- a location that's become my favorite spot. Like seriously, I'd never even been to a beach before! It was knee-crippling harsh once I discovered there are elixirs for vampires to drink to roam under the sun in the human world.
Turns out, the elders in my family knew. Yet I was quite literally kept in the dark.
Grimstone, my new home -- gods, home -- Grimstone's magic allows me to bask in rays of light the same way other supernaturals strolling along do. They smile at one another -- a gesture that's foreign to me. I savor my precious newfound freedom. It's not like I was being forced to remain miserable in Bucharest as a kind of prisoner. Though, it's not like the box I felt I was pushed into had any space, either. I would say it's a breath of fresh air being here -- if I could breathe, of course.
But old habits die hard...
Mona knocked on Keeland's giant door, dragging me out of my thoughts.
"Come in," a deep voice said.
I ran from one controlling man to another. Except this time, I have lines drawn. Cross them, you'll hear me roar.