Sylvie Jenkins has fallen on hard times. She’s lost her job, her apartment, and is down to her last can of peas! Desperate, she agrees to take a job with reclusive writer Connor Hudson at his isolated mountain retreat in upstate New York. Sylvie assumes he’s a poser, a writer wannabe. She has no idea he’s actually a bestselling author and billionaire entrepreneur. Their first encounter proves disastrous. He greets her in all his naked glory; and shocked, she faints dead away. Sylvie’s convinced her employer is a pervert. But she can’t leave…she has no money and no prospects. She needs the job. She’ll just have to try to make the best of it.
Mr. Hudson is a dour, dominant, and demanding boss. He issues orders and expects her to obey them, but Sylvie has a rebellious streak and gives him a hard time. She doesn’t like playing power games, especially not with him. She bristles at his condescending attitude toward women in general and her in particular. As far as she’s concerned Connor Hudson though male model handsome is a jackass.
Connor can’t believe the cheek of this sassy little imp! He’s used to women fawning all over him, begging to do his bidding. But his wealth and position don’t impress or intimidate her. He finds her indifference toward him intriguing. He’s never known a woman who didn’t welcome his advances…until Sylvie. She ignores him, when she isn’t arguing, or cursing him under her breath. This alpha male decides his feisty assistant needs taming. And he’s just the man to do it. He’s determined to make her obedient, respectful, and submissive. Sylvie eventually succumbs to his charms and against her better judgment finds herself falling in love with Connor. But something’s wrong. He says he can’t love her. Not now! Not ever! He’s keeping secrets. The cops think he’s a serial killer. People who love him die…violently. Is he a cold-blooded killer? $0.99 on Kindle.
