Tuesday, December 16, 2014

'No Denying You (A Danvers Novel)' by Sydney Landon


After Emma Davis’s first week at Danvers International, she’s convinced her boss will drive her crazy…

Being the assistant to uptight workaholic Brant Stone is more than Emma can bear. But in her weaker moments, she can’t help but admit that the sexy control freak can turn her on with an insult more than any man she’s ever met...

So when Emma gains an unexpected advantage, she blackmails Brant into accompanying her to her high school reunion. After all, the enemy she knows is preferable to a blind date arranged by her meddling mother.

But before they realize what’s happening, they are doing more than acting the part…they’re living it. The war that has been raging between them shifts playing fields to the bedroom, as hate turns to lust and then to something so much more…

Read an excerpt:

Chapter One
Honey, have you given any more thought to getting some bigger tits?
Emma rolled her eyes and dropped her head onto her desk. Why couldnt her mother bake cookies, knit sweaters or do any of that other Betty Crocker shit? No-o-o, she couldnt be that lucky. Katrina Davisor Kat, as she liked to be called—had always wanted to be the cool mom on the block. Heck, most of Emmas childhood friends still called her mother for advice. The woman didnt pull any punches.God, Mom, can we please not talk about my tits today? Or lack of them?”
Em, its for your own good. Youre too attractive to sit at home all the time. Men are visual creatures so maybe a new rack is exactly what you need. Your father cant keep his hands off mine. And you’re not getting any younger. You dont want to wake up one day and have them fall out of bed before you do.
Gross, Mom. This whole conversation is really gross. I dont want to hear anything about your sex life with Daddy. Ever. Id like to be able to look him in the eyes just once without the constant stream of images in my head of the things you feel the need to confide to me. Maybe you should just go Catholic—then you could confess to someone with a more professional opinion.
Oh, Em, get over it. Im just trying to help. You know what? Ill even pay if I can pick them out. Ill e-mail you some information and you can let me know what you think.
Mom, for the last time, I like my tits just fine!” As soon as she shouted that last bit, Emma froze at the sound of a throat clearing behind her. Please tell me that the asswipe isnt behind me, ple-e-ease. As she swiveled slowly in her chair, she groaned. Fate definitely wasnt on her side. Her boss, Brant Stone, stood behind her with his usual condescending smirk. She quickly said her good-byes to her mother although she could hear her still speaking as she gingerly placed the receiver back in the cradle. Determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her rattled, she raised a brow, asking as politely as she could manage, Did you need something?
Apparently not as badly as you do, Emma.
Oh great, here it comes, another jab at my work performance. I wonder how much jail time I would get if I choked him with the paisley tie hes wearing? Turning her back to nonchalantly pick up her coffee cup, she said, Pardon?
I am positively riveted by your plight, he replied.
More obscure code to unravel. She spent half of her time trying to figure out what in the hell he was talking about. She knew he did it on purpose, the sneaky bastard. I bet you are considering you cause most of my misery.She knew it was unprofessional as well as career suicide to talk to her boss this way, but she kept hoping he would have her transferred to another department so that he could find someone more suitable for his assistant. So far, that hadnt happened. She had even started dropping hints, but, like every suggestion she made, he seemed to completely ignore it.
Thats flattering, Emma, but I dont think I can accept responsibility for your . . . shortcomings.
Her coffee cup fell from her suddenly limp fingers and crashed to the floor. Then she plowed into him as she jumped back to avoid the hot liquid.Shit!The carnage continued as they both fell backward like dominoes. When she managed to get her bearings, she was horrified to realize that Brant was laid out on the floor underneath her, and her butt was nestled firmly near his crotch. Coffee stains were splattered all over his perfectly creased slacks, and it took her a moment to realize why her legs seemed so bare as they lay tangled with his. Her short skirt had blown up during their fall and was now resting well above the level considered legal in most states. Was that . . . ? No, it couldnt be. . . .
Without thinking, she wiggled around experimentally. No way! Her boss, the spawn from hell, was not growing hard against her bottom. Oh my God, he was!
I didnt realize that ruining my clothing also came with a lap dance.When she froze, he chuckled. Oh, by all means, dont stop now. Even someone with small tits is a turn-on when shes grinding against your lap.

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Sydney Landon is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Weekends Required, Not Planning On You, Fall for Me, Fighting for You, No Denying You and Pierced. When she isn’t writing, Sydney enjoys reading, swimming, and being a mini-van driving soccer mom.

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