Her Secret, His Surprise by Paula Altenburg
Re-release of newly edited version: 4/11/16
Special sale price! Her Secret, His Surprise will be on sale for $.99 for a limited time only!
Re-release of newly edited version: 4/11/16
Special sale price! Her Secret, His Surprise will be on sale for $.99 for a limited time only!
About the book:
Conflict of interest is an understatement…
Since being disowned by her strict father, Cass Stone has spent her adulthood trying to prove him wrong. Her drive has led to more success than her family ever thought she’d achieve, and life is looking great. Not even an incredible and mysterious one night stand that leaves her a single mom can trip her up...until the father of her baby stumbles back into her life, as sexy as ever.
Logan Alexander hasn’t forgotten the night he spent with Cass two years ago, but he never expects to end up undercover as her assistant. His job saves lives—like it should have saved his brother—and he can’t afford complications. It’s difficult enough to maintain his cover as a carefree wanderer when he realizes his attraction to Cass hasn’t faded...and then he meets Cass’s daughter.
**Note: this title was originally released July 14, 2014 and has been updated to be a closed door Bliss.
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Excerpt:
She might as well go for outrageous in answer to his question. She’d stumbled over the fake name, and there was no way he hadn’t noticed because he didn’t seem stupid. Besides, she’d picked the lamest one imaginable. She could blame that much on the alcohol.
“I just got out of prison,” she said. She let out a dramatic sigh as she braced her elbow on the bar and planted her chin in her palm. “You have no idea what a relief it is to finally meet a good-looking man who isn’t dressed in a Corrections Canada uniform.”
His eyes lit up like twin blue lasers as he played along. “Good-looking, huh? What were you in for?”
“Overenthusiasm with a bullwhip and handcuffs. Something might have been mentioned about ‘inflicting permanent physical and emotional scars on the victim.’”
He sniffed in disgust. “The guy was a sissy if he couldn’t handle a little domination.”
She drained the last of her drink and slid the empty glass across the bar toward him. She lifted her chin, sat up straight on the stool, and met those twin laser beams head on. “Who says it was a guy?”
“Now I’m intrigued.” He took the glass but didn’t offer her another. Instead, he got out the fountain gun and filled two tall tumblers with club soda and ice. He passed her one, then tapped the bottom of his to the side of hers. “Cheers. Good luck staying straight with your probation.”
Excerpt two:
But their present situation was far too complicated for that. His goal was to push her away. They already skated a fine line between personal and professional that could only cause problems neither one of them needed.
Logan caught her hands as they drifted to the waistband of his jeans and he held them, trying to breathe. “You’re my boss at the office. It might be a bad idea for you to be my boss after hours, too.” He couldn’t resist. “Granted, I do enjoy taking orders from you.”
Alarm deepened the hazel of her eyes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
She still planned to pretend they were strangers. He ran his thumb across the soft pad of her wrist. “You aren’t worried about what sleeping with your admin assistant might do to your career?”
Her mouth opened and closed.
“One of us should be thinking about consequences.” He dropped her hands and took a step towards the door, then stopped with his own hand on the doorknob. “Happy birthday, Miss M-M-Mary. See you in the morning.”
Cass touched her lips with trembling fingers, and reached for the countertop behind her to steady herself. Her voice, although low, carried plainly as he shut the door behind him.
“I liked you better as a bartender,” she’d whispered.
Excerpt three:
“Where have you been?” Logan asked.
She wore the same dress she’d had on last night. And she looked every bit as beautiful as she had when she’d walked out the door, except she’d lost the shoes and nylons. The sight of those mile-long bare legs drove him nuts.
Cass knew it, too.
Her smile returned, brighter this time, and mixed with a touch of pure evil. “Best first date ever. We robbed a bank at gunpoint. After that, we checked into the Westin Hotel and played sex games all night. I was an illegal French maid. He was an immigration officer. Good call on not getting his sister to babysit, by the way. That would totally have been an awkward night to explain.”
Olivia got her morning cheerfulness from her mother. He didn’t try to analyze the monumental sense of relief that he felt, he simply rolled with it.
“Nice try,” he said. “No banks were open last night. And I don’t believe for a second you’d ever play a French maid. You came home early, found Olivia and me asleep in your bed, and crashed on the sofa.”
“It wasn’t all that early.” She hooked her curls behind one ear and flipped the bread on the griddle. “Do you like your French toast with powdered sugar or maple syrup?”
About the author:“I just got out of prison,” she said. She let out a dramatic sigh as she braced her elbow on the bar and planted her chin in her palm. “You have no idea what a relief it is to finally meet a good-looking man who isn’t dressed in a Corrections Canada uniform.”
His eyes lit up like twin blue lasers as he played along. “Good-looking, huh? What were you in for?”
“Overenthusiasm with a bullwhip and handcuffs. Something might have been mentioned about ‘inflicting permanent physical and emotional scars on the victim.’”
He sniffed in disgust. “The guy was a sissy if he couldn’t handle a little domination.”
She drained the last of her drink and slid the empty glass across the bar toward him. She lifted her chin, sat up straight on the stool, and met those twin laser beams head on. “Who says it was a guy?”
“Now I’m intrigued.” He took the glass but didn’t offer her another. Instead, he got out the fountain gun and filled two tall tumblers with club soda and ice. He passed her one, then tapped the bottom of his to the side of hers. “Cheers. Good luck staying straight with your probation.”
Excerpt two:
But their present situation was far too complicated for that. His goal was to push her away. They already skated a fine line between personal and professional that could only cause problems neither one of them needed.
Logan caught her hands as they drifted to the waistband of his jeans and he held them, trying to breathe. “You’re my boss at the office. It might be a bad idea for you to be my boss after hours, too.” He couldn’t resist. “Granted, I do enjoy taking orders from you.”
Alarm deepened the hazel of her eyes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
She still planned to pretend they were strangers. He ran his thumb across the soft pad of her wrist. “You aren’t worried about what sleeping with your admin assistant might do to your career?”
Her mouth opened and closed.
“One of us should be thinking about consequences.” He dropped her hands and took a step towards the door, then stopped with his own hand on the doorknob. “Happy birthday, Miss M-M-Mary. See you in the morning.”
Cass touched her lips with trembling fingers, and reached for the countertop behind her to steady herself. Her voice, although low, carried plainly as he shut the door behind him.
“I liked you better as a bartender,” she’d whispered.
Excerpt three:
“Where have you been?” Logan asked.
She wore the same dress she’d had on last night. And she looked every bit as beautiful as she had when she’d walked out the door, except she’d lost the shoes and nylons. The sight of those mile-long bare legs drove him nuts.
Cass knew it, too.
Her smile returned, brighter this time, and mixed with a touch of pure evil. “Best first date ever. We robbed a bank at gunpoint. After that, we checked into the Westin Hotel and played sex games all night. I was an illegal French maid. He was an immigration officer. Good call on not getting his sister to babysit, by the way. That would totally have been an awkward night to explain.”
Olivia got her morning cheerfulness from her mother. He didn’t try to analyze the monumental sense of relief that he felt, he simply rolled with it.
“Nice try,” he said. “No banks were open last night. And I don’t believe for a second you’d ever play a French maid. You came home early, found Olivia and me asleep in your bed, and crashed on the sofa.”
“It wasn’t all that early.” She hooked her curls behind one ear and flipped the bread on the griddle. “Do you like your French toast with powdered sugar or maple syrup?”
Multi-published author Paula Altenburg has written short contemporary romance, as well as fantasy and paranormal romance, for publishers Entangled, Tule, and Tor. Her Spy to Have, the first book in her new and exciting Spy Games series, marks her 13th published work of fiction. She lives in rural Nova Scotia, Canada, with her husband and two sons. Once a manager in the aerospace industry, she now enjoys working from home and writing fulltime.
Website: http://www.paulaaltenburg.com/
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