Rosa Lucas's Blog
November 17, 2022
Fighting Mr. Knight is available now!
Read in Kindle Unlimited
Are you ready to meet hot-headed Jack?
❣️British Billionaire Boss
❣️Workplace romance
❣️Age gap (28 & 38)
❣️Swoony & spicy
❣️Enemies to lovers (ish)
❣️Forced proximity
❣️Relatable and sassy FMC
❣️Persistent and delicious tattooed alpha MMC
❣️Lots of banter
Excerpt
I prepared myself for classic Knight—the swagger, the smirk, the orders growled with a half-grin.
I prepared myself that he would treat me with the same casual arrogance he reserves for everyone because, despite the knock-you-off-your-feet-romantic messages, nothing got in the way of work for Jack.
I prepared myself for business mode Jack.
I hadn’t prepared myself for this.
Every hair on my body stands as Jack storms down the aisle.
The guy talking intently in his ear and meeting him stride by stride isn’t holding his attention.
No, that’s all on me.
Feral is the only way I can describe the look.
His eyes blaze with such searing intensity that the entire floor must notice.
Oh, fuck.
I duck down behind my monitor like a frightened turtle.
Nisha laughs quietly beside me.
He said it wouldn’t be weird at work. I meant by him ignoring me, not charging towards me like a horny bull.
“Jack,” I squeak as he stops right at my desk.
“Later, bossman,” the other guy says, walking off to leave me with a brooding hulky CEO staring down at me.
He leans over my desk divider with a slow lazy smile tugging at his lips and the subtlety of a brick.
I’m acutely aware of conversations teetering off around me.
“Morning, Bonnie.” It’s a low husky tone that should only be used in the bedroom.
“Good morning, Jack,” I reply in a clipped tone, feeling prickly with all the eyes boring into me.
“Morning, Jack,” Nisha chirps beside me.
“Morning, Nisha,” he drawls, still looking at me. His brown eyes are half-lidded as his gaze drops to my mouth. “How are you?”
“Great!” I say brightly. “I’m just completing the CAD for the south tower.” Please don’t look at me like that, it makes me want to have all your babies. Out of the corner of my eye, Max watches us. “How are you today?”
“Never been better.” He leans his forearms further over my desk divider until his fingers tickle my arm. Seemingly, he’s in no hurry to do whatever billionaire property tycoons do at 9 a.m. in the office.
I blink. “So, everyone’s great.” It sounds like I don’t have a voice box. “How can I help you, Jack?”
Are you ready to meet hot-headed Jack?
❣️British Billionaire Boss
❣️Workplace romance
❣️Age gap (28 & 38)
❣️Swoony & spicy
❣️Enemies to lovers (ish)
❣️Forced proximity
❣️Relatable and sassy FMC
❣️Persistent and delicious tattooed alpha MMC
❣️Lots of banter
Excerpt
I prepared myself for classic Knight—the swagger, the smirk, the orders growled with a half-grin.
I prepared myself that he would treat me with the same casual arrogance he reserves for everyone because, despite the knock-you-off-your-feet-romantic messages, nothing got in the way of work for Jack.
I prepared myself for business mode Jack.
I hadn’t prepared myself for this.
Every hair on my body stands as Jack storms down the aisle.
The guy talking intently in his ear and meeting him stride by stride isn’t holding his attention.
No, that’s all on me.
Feral is the only way I can describe the look.
His eyes blaze with such searing intensity that the entire floor must notice.
Oh, fuck.
I duck down behind my monitor like a frightened turtle.
Nisha laughs quietly beside me.
He said it wouldn’t be weird at work. I meant by him ignoring me, not charging towards me like a horny bull.
“Jack,” I squeak as he stops right at my desk.
“Later, bossman,” the other guy says, walking off to leave me with a brooding hulky CEO staring down at me.
He leans over my desk divider with a slow lazy smile tugging at his lips and the subtlety of a brick.
I’m acutely aware of conversations teetering off around me.
“Morning, Bonnie.” It’s a low husky tone that should only be used in the bedroom.
“Good morning, Jack,” I reply in a clipped tone, feeling prickly with all the eyes boring into me.
“Morning, Jack,” Nisha chirps beside me.
“Morning, Nisha,” he drawls, still looking at me. His brown eyes are half-lidded as his gaze drops to my mouth. “How are you?”
“Great!” I say brightly. “I’m just completing the CAD for the south tower.” Please don’t look at me like that, it makes me want to have all your babies. Out of the corner of my eye, Max watches us. “How are you today?”
“Never been better.” He leans his forearms further over my desk divider until his fingers tickle my arm. Seemingly, he’s in no hurry to do whatever billionaire property tycoons do at 9 a.m. in the office.
I blink. “So, everyone’s great.” It sounds like I don’t have a voice box. “How can I help you, Jack?”
April 1, 2022
Resisting Mr. Kane is live on Sunday 3rd April!
Resisting Mr. Kane is live on Sunday 3rd April on Amazon!
This is Tristan’s story, book 2 in the London Mister Series.
✅ Holiday romance
✅ Office romance
✅ Age gap
✅ British millionaire boss
*****
A working holiday on the idyllic Greek island of Mykonos.
Making money while backpacking sounds perfect, doesn't it?
Except bartending is not my forte. I moved around the bar with the grace of a baboon, knocking over glasses and serving bad cocktails.
How could I focus on work when the sexy stranger was staring at me with those arresting blue eyes? Sculpture-like features, a face that knocked the breath out of my lungs and a voice that was 100% sexy British gravel.
The gods were kind when they dished out these genes.
In my head, I have a sex life worthy of a porn channel. The reality is…different. So, of course I seized my opportunity. In Greece, I had no inhibitions and three of the steamiest nights of my life.
I mistook the hot summer fling for a fairy tale.
First mistake.
One final summer of fun before I moved to London to start my trainee contract at London's most elite law firm.
I was too busy fluffing my CV and researching interview questions to check who was at the top of the hierarchy.
Second mistake.
Our CEO welcomes the new trainees.
It’s not until he is halfway up the room that my blood runs cold.
It can’t be. He can’t be…
Nine million people live in London, one of them is bound to look like him.
He’s closer now.
No, it’s definitely f**king him.
He might not recognise or remember me.
He’s probably had a million one-night stands since then.
Gone are the jeans and T-shirt and in their place, is an expensive tailored dark blue suit.
When those intense blue-grey eyes collide with mine, my heart stops.
Oh.
He recognises me all right.
*****
A final note from me, for those that read ‘Taming Mr. Walker’ in the previous edition in January, I decided to update Tristan’s second name from Finnegan to Kane (after a friend reminded me we had a teacher called Mr. Finnegan :)).
I really hope you enjoy. Rosa x
This is Tristan’s story, book 2 in the London Mister Series.
✅ Holiday romance
✅ Office romance
✅ Age gap
✅ British millionaire boss
*****
A working holiday on the idyllic Greek island of Mykonos.
Making money while backpacking sounds perfect, doesn't it?
Except bartending is not my forte. I moved around the bar with the grace of a baboon, knocking over glasses and serving bad cocktails.
How could I focus on work when the sexy stranger was staring at me with those arresting blue eyes? Sculpture-like features, a face that knocked the breath out of my lungs and a voice that was 100% sexy British gravel.
The gods were kind when they dished out these genes.
In my head, I have a sex life worthy of a porn channel. The reality is…different. So, of course I seized my opportunity. In Greece, I had no inhibitions and three of the steamiest nights of my life.
I mistook the hot summer fling for a fairy tale.
First mistake.
One final summer of fun before I moved to London to start my trainee contract at London's most elite law firm.
I was too busy fluffing my CV and researching interview questions to check who was at the top of the hierarchy.
Second mistake.
Our CEO welcomes the new trainees.
It’s not until he is halfway up the room that my blood runs cold.
It can’t be. He can’t be…
Nine million people live in London, one of them is bound to look like him.
He’s closer now.
No, it’s definitely f**king him.
He might not recognise or remember me.
He’s probably had a million one-night stands since then.
Gone are the jeans and T-shirt and in their place, is an expensive tailored dark blue suit.
When those intense blue-grey eyes collide with mine, my heart stops.
Oh.
He recognises me all right.
*****
A final note from me, for those that read ‘Taming Mr. Walker’ in the previous edition in January, I decided to update Tristan’s second name from Finnegan to Kane (after a friend reminded me we had a teacher called Mr. Finnegan :)).
I really hope you enjoy. Rosa x
