Title: Breach of Contract
Series: Kavanagh Family Romance #1
Series: Kavanagh Family Romance #1
Author: Elizabeth Miller
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs
Release Date: January 31, 2020
Blurb
Bonafide
bombshell Maisie Walker loves sex. The problem is she’s never had it—not with a
real live person anyway. Her vibrator, Vinnie, and pornbud.com keep Maisie’s
nights busy, but she’s itching to lose her V-card—with her boss, Jayce
Kavanagh.
bombshell Maisie Walker loves sex. The problem is she’s never had it—not with a
real live person anyway. Her vibrator, Vinnie, and pornbud.com keep Maisie’s
nights busy, but she’s itching to lose her V-card—with her boss, Jayce
Kavanagh.
As managing
partner of the hottest legal firm in New York City, Jayce Kavanagh likes to
win—in court and in the bedroom. With his mind set on legal perfection, he
doesn’t have time for the killer sway of his assistant’s assets or her sinful
mouth.
partner of the hottest legal firm in New York City, Jayce Kavanagh likes to
win—in court and in the bedroom. With his mind set on legal perfection, he
doesn’t have time for the killer sway of his assistant’s assets or her sinful
mouth.
One late
night in the office changes everything.
night in the office changes everything.
Spanking
your associate after-hours is not ideal, but with proper boundaries, Jayce
makes it happen. Enter in Exhibit A—the contract. General terms and conditions
are set in place, satisfaction is guaranteed, and oral persuasion commences.
your associate after-hours is not ideal, but with proper boundaries, Jayce
makes it happen. Enter in Exhibit A—the contract. General terms and conditions
are set in place, satisfaction is guaranteed, and oral persuasion commences.
As they
test their limits in and out of the office, feelings surface and amendments are
made. But just when an extension is proposed, Jayce strays outside of the
contracted lines and Maisie must decide if their flourishing relationship can
survive a breach of contract.
test their limits in and out of the office, feelings surface and amendments are
made. But just when an extension is proposed, Jayce strays outside of the
contracted lines and Maisie must decide if their flourishing relationship can
survive a breach of contract.
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Excerpt
A COUPLE OF
minutes later, I enter the library double doors. I’ve worked my ass off for
every volume lining the walls. There’s something about holding a leather-bound
book—the weight, the texture of the page, the subtle hint of coffee and ink.
Drake thought I was crazy to invest in paper, but today it’s been proven—every
dollar spent is worth its weight in gold.
minutes later, I enter the library double doors. I’ve worked my ass off for
every volume lining the walls. There’s something about holding a leather-bound
book—the weight, the texture of the page, the subtle hint of coffee and ink.
Drake thought I was crazy to invest in paper, but today it’s been proven—every
dollar spent is worth its weight in gold.
As I turn
the corner of an aisle, Maisie laughs. The sound is low, vibrant, the auditory
translation of a simmering sun sliding through the horizon. Sunset in Venice. Monet’s masterpiece
brought to life in the color of her voice.
the corner of an aisle, Maisie laughs. The sound is low, vibrant, the auditory
translation of a simmering sun sliding through the horizon. Sunset in Venice. Monet’s masterpiece
brought to life in the color of her voice.
From behind
the end cap, I look. Blindsided.
That’s what I am when I see her. The curves, the hips, that ass, her face, her
ivory skin and those full lips. I forget everything. All of the worries
swirling in my mind disappear. I focus on her and it’s a relief. A long hiss of
air loosens from my chest and I’m breathless.
the end cap, I look. Blindsided.
That’s what I am when I see her. The curves, the hips, that ass, her face, her
ivory skin and those full lips. I forget everything. All of the worries
swirling in my mind disappear. I focus on her and it’s a relief. A long hiss of
air loosens from my chest and I’m breathless.
She stands
on the stepladder, stretching for a book. Her arm reaches higher until the
pearly white flesh of her midsection is on display as her sweater rides up. I
stare, silent and stupid with incomprehensible words flashing neon in my brain.
You. Me. Dinner. Date.
on the stepladder, stretching for a book. Her arm reaches higher until the
pearly white flesh of her midsection is on display as her sweater rides up. I
stare, silent and stupid with incomprehensible words flashing neon in my brain.
You. Me. Dinner. Date.
Why? Why does she make me insane?
The tips of
her bare toes hardly hold her in place. There’s that laugh again, a short burst
as she teeters on the last rung. Her footing slips. Arms whirlwind to find
balance or a shelf to grab onto, but instead find nothing but air.
her bare toes hardly hold her in place. There’s that laugh again, a short burst
as she teeters on the last rung. Her footing slips. Arms whirlwind to find
balance or a shelf to grab onto, but instead find nothing but air.
I rush
forward. Her back slams into my chest with a breathy “oomph.” Then my hands are
on her. Christ. My fingers burn where
they curve into her hip. The line of my forearm molds around her stomach,
pressing her against me. When her spine stiffens I say, “I’ve got you,” and her
head falls to my shoulder. She sighs. She
sighs and I hold on tighter.
forward. Her back slams into my chest with a breathy “oomph.” Then my hands are
on her. Christ. My fingers burn where
they curve into her hip. The line of my forearm molds around her stomach,
pressing her against me. When her spine stiffens I say, “I’ve got you,” and her
head falls to my shoulder. She sighs. She
sighs and I hold on tighter.
Seconds.
That’s all we have. Maybe five. The subtle hint of peaches and youth, the scent
of summer and innocence reaches my nose. I breathe her in for one second, my
exhale moving the soft wave of her hair in the next.
That’s all we have. Maybe five. The subtle hint of peaches and youth, the scent
of summer and innocence reaches my nose. I breathe her in for one second, my
exhale moving the soft wave of her hair in the next.
“Mr.
Kavanagh.”
Kavanagh.”
My ribs
constrict around my lungs, squeezing the air out when her hand slides over my
arm. Scraping her nails over my skin, her fingers stumble over my watch until
finding mine and tangling. The instant ache in my groin shifts my attention
from our joined hands to her ass. The same ass that rubs against my zipper. Shit. My dick swells against her
backside and a low moan vibrates through her. Goddamn, a moan.
constrict around my lungs, squeezing the air out when her hand slides over my
arm. Scraping her nails over my skin, her fingers stumble over my watch until
finding mine and tangling. The instant ache in my groin shifts my attention
from our joined hands to her ass. The same ass that rubs against my zipper. Shit. My dick swells against her
backside and a low moan vibrates through her. Goddamn, a moan.
What the hell am I doing? I should leave. The
inappropriateness of this situation is not lost on me, but I can’t move. Too
intoxicated by her to do anything but squeeze her closer and berate myself for
doing so. I’m her boss. She’s . . . Jesus Christ, she’s everything I shouldn’t
crave yet I do. For a hundred foolish, selfish reasons, I want this woman.
inappropriateness of this situation is not lost on me, but I can’t move. Too
intoxicated by her to do anything but squeeze her closer and berate myself for
doing so. I’m her boss. She’s . . . Jesus Christ, she’s everything I shouldn’t
crave yet I do. For a hundred foolish, selfish reasons, I want this woman.
She may
make me insane . . . but I’m not crazy. Not yet anyway. And to keep my sanity
intact, I grip her hips and push her forward, forcing some distance between us.
make me insane . . . but I’m not crazy. Not yet anyway. And to keep my sanity
intact, I grip her hips and push her forward, forcing some distance between us.
Maisie
turns, flattening her shoulders against the bookcase. “Thank you. For saving
me.” She clears her throat and waves at the ladder. “Heights are not my thing.”
turns, flattening her shoulders against the bookcase. “Thank you. For saving
me.” She clears her throat and waves at the ladder. “Heights are not my thing.”
In another
second, her eyes dart from my thighs to the engorged cock in between them and
then to my chin. Her gaze flies to the shelves behind me and then up, up to the
rows of books. “Such a great library. I wouldn’t have thought . . . Not in a
firm this size, not that it’s small. No, God no, it’s not small. Not by a long
shot. I can see that. I mean, I know how big. No, that’s not right.” She shakes
her head and starts again. “I know how stiff . . . uhm, staff . . .” Her voice
trails off when she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth.
second, her eyes dart from my thighs to the engorged cock in between them and
then to my chin. Her gaze flies to the shelves behind me and then up, up to the
rows of books. “Such a great library. I wouldn’t have thought . . . Not in a
firm this size, not that it’s small. No, God no, it’s not small. Not by a long
shot. I can see that. I mean, I know how big. No, that’s not right.” She shakes
her head and starts again. “I know how stiff . . . uhm, staff . . .” Her voice
trails off when she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth.
A
breathless laugh erupts from her mouth. And that fucking smile.
breathless laugh erupts from her mouth. And that fucking smile.
“That was
all wrong,” she says, grinning like a loon.
all wrong,” she says, grinning like a loon.
Perfection. She is that—flawless and undeniably
beautiful. Real.
beautiful. Real.
I clench my
teeth and block the urge to reach for her. Bring her flush with my chest, to
feel her soft curves wrap around me.
teeth and block the urge to reach for her. Bring her flush with my chest, to
feel her soft curves wrap around me.
“Mr.
Kavanagh.” Her hand shoots out. “We haven’t officially met. Maisie Walker,
newest and best—I assure you—legal assistant in the office. It may not seem
that way. The brief—this morning. However, I promise my review is top-notch.
All morning I’ve done nothing but think about it. The contract. I’ve worked on
you in my mind. Ugh, the research. I’ve worked on the research.”
Kavanagh.” Her hand shoots out. “We haven’t officially met. Maisie Walker,
newest and best—I assure you—legal assistant in the office. It may not seem
that way. The brief—this morning. However, I promise my review is top-notch.
All morning I’ve done nothing but think about it. The contract. I’ve worked on
you in my mind. Ugh, the research. I’ve worked on the research.”
I stare,
dumbfounded, at her perfectly painted pink nails and her long fingers stretched
between us. That breathless laugh sounds off again and then she whispers so low
I barely hear the words, “I don’t bite. Not too much anyway.”
dumbfounded, at her perfectly painted pink nails and her long fingers stretched
between us. That breathless laugh sounds off again and then she whispers so low
I barely hear the words, “I don’t bite. Not too much anyway.”
My gaze
jerks and narrows in on her sparkling blue eyes just before our palms connect. Fuck that tremor racing down my spine.
jerks and narrows in on her sparkling blue eyes just before our palms connect. Fuck that tremor racing down my spine.
“What did
you say?” I step in, hovering over her until she has to crane her neck to stay
connected with my eyes. Her hand is gripped in mine. Trapped. Just like I feel
when we’re in the same room.
you say?” I step in, hovering over her until she has to crane her neck to stay
connected with my eyes. Her hand is gripped in mine. Trapped. Just like I feel
when we’re in the same room.
“I
mentioned my research.”
mentioned my research.”
“There was
something else.”
something else.”
“No, I was
definitely referencing my review. It’s taken all morning and now it brought me
to the library. Your very large, well-endowed library. I’ve not encountered one
in real life that’s hung in quite this way, only seen them on TV.”
definitely referencing my review. It’s taken all morning and now it brought me
to the library. Your very large, well-endowed library. I’ve not encountered one
in real life that’s hung in quite this way, only seen them on TV.”
“Hung?”
She bites
her lip and the dimple, the one in her right cheek, dips into her porcelain
skin and then disappears as she fights a smile.
her lip and the dimple, the one in her right cheek, dips into her porcelain
skin and then disappears as she fights a smile.
“Of course
I didn’t say hung. That would be a highly inappropriate adjective to describe a
library. It’s strung with books, volumes
and volumes of big, massive books. Color me impressed, Mr. Kavanagh.”
I didn’t say hung. That would be a highly inappropriate adjective to describe a
library. It’s strung with books, volumes
and volumes of big, massive books. Color me impressed, Mr. Kavanagh.”
“Are you
able to speak coherently?”
able to speak coherently?”
“Absolutely.
But you’re standing really, really close to me. And you smell good too. Like
cinnamon and leather and big, brutish man. You’re also holding my hand and
although I’m not complaining, I have no idea what’s happening right now and I
babble when I’m confused. So.”
But you’re standing really, really close to me. And you smell good too. Like
cinnamon and leather and big, brutish man. You’re also holding my hand and
although I’m not complaining, I have no idea what’s happening right now and I
babble when I’m confused. So.”
Almost in
spite of itself, the corner of my mouth tips up. “You like my library.”
spite of itself, the corner of my mouth tips up. “You like my library.”
Maisie nods
and uses her free hand to tuck a curl behind her ear, but her eyes never leave
mine. “Truly, I do.”
and uses her free hand to tuck a curl behind her ear, but her eyes never leave
mine. “Truly, I do.”
A part of
me, the lawyer, wants to tell her how wrong this is, that it verges on a
violation of firm policy. Then again, I’m enjoying every word out of her
delicious mouth. And as the managing partner, I make the rules.
me, the lawyer, wants to tell her how wrong this is, that it verges on a
violation of firm policy. Then again, I’m enjoying every word out of her
delicious mouth. And as the managing partner, I make the rules.
“Are you
flirting with me, Ms. Walker?”
flirting with me, Ms. Walker?”
“That
depends,” she says in that low breathy voice that gets me hard. “Were you
staring at my breasts during the staff meeting, or just appreciating the faux
mohair in my sweater?”
depends,” she says in that low breathy voice that gets me hard. “Were you
staring at my breasts during the staff meeting, or just appreciating the faux
mohair in my sweater?”
Author Bio
She wears many hats. Some include wife, mother of two boys,
writer, reader, lover of gummy bears and Henry Cavill. She’s a proud Indie
author who adores a broken hero, a feisty heroine, and lots and lots of sexy
times.
writer, reader, lover of gummy bears and Henry Cavill. She’s a proud Indie
author who adores a broken hero, a feisty heroine, and lots and lots of sexy
times.
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