Rules of Payne Sneak Peek & GIVEAWAY!

​I don’t know if you noticed but a few weeks ago I whittled down my book library by un-publishing the entire Cake Love series (except for The Payne In The Blog, because it’s free and also the blog posts that started the series are on here). That’s because I spent last year rewriting Rules of Payne to make it a standalone.AMAZONNOOKiTUNESKOBOGOODREADSMy love for my first romantic comedy made me want to give readers the book I always wanted. Due to personal and financial constraints I had to split the book into two back in 2015. That never sat well with me so last year I decided to do something about it. I set about to rewrite it and make it a standalone.

Now it has over 26,000 more words and 8 additional chapters plus a prologue. I am super proud in how it turned out and can’t wait to share it with you!
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I’m so excited I have a giveaway (open to international) going to get a paperback ARC into your hands! Check it out below.
​Rules of Payne
book 1 in Cake Love series
Steamy Romantic Comedy
Releases March 27, 2017
Book Description:

Rules Were Meant To Be Broken.

Morgana Drake has a problem. Her boss Henrik Payne.
He is short-tempered, self-centered, in dire need of a social life, probably an undiagnosed workaholic, and practically unbearable.

Yet.

She wants to rip his clothes off. To slather him in vanilla buttercream frosting and lick it off him from toe to head, and especially in between.

How will she ever get ahead at the company if she keeps imagining her boss melting in her mouth?
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Henrik Payne has rules. Rules to live by and especially work by.

It's not until his clumsy yet curvaceous assistant tests his resolve that he begins to see life isn't all about rules.
He just hopes he can get through the day without accidentally fondling her.
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​ Book Excerpt:

I got what I needed from the résumé and turned my attention back to my phone when I heard a knock.

"Enter." I raised my voice so they could hear but kept my attention on the new application noticing another problem.

"Mr. Payne, this is Morgana Drake, she’s interviewing to be your assistant."

I lifted my arm and pointed at the chair in front of my desk for Ms. Drake to sit. After a few moments, my head rose. I wondered if my lungs had collapsed as I felt the wind being knocked out of me as I gazed upon Ms. Drake.

My mouth dried, almost disintegrated onto my desk, as I tumbled deep into the golden gulf of her eyes.

Blinking, I shook my head remembering I was at work. That the woman across from me was interviewing to be my assistant and I might end up her future boss. Admiring her pouty lips or thick red hair or, oh man, her cleavage, was the last thing I should be doing.

Henrik Payne, you’re better than that.

I was not some superficial man-whore. If anything, I’m married to this company and needed to remain faithful. As much as I contemplated how bored I was at my job, I still love this company. Also, women were not on the agenda. Especially a woman who could potentially become my assistant. It didn’t matter that her curves were accentuated by a low-cut green blouse, tight gray  blazer, and very short matching skirt.

Gum. I needed gum. That would help.

I reached over, grabbed a piece out of my desk drawer, and quickly popped it in my mouth. As much as I wanted to focus on the cinnamon bursting in flavorful waves, I kept thinking this woman had a body that would make Marilyn Monroe jealous. 

Crap. The gum wasn’t working.

Why was my body having this reaction? I had met plenty of beautiful women before, even took a few home for the night after meeting them in bars when I had a particularly stressful work week. Having experienced my fair share of attractive women, I had never wanted to introduce Captain Cock with such immediate intimacy.

Any number of things could have been causing this hiccup. Perhaps stress from the new Mimir app? Maybe having dealt with the incompetence of David’s doctors? It’s probably my mid-career crisis which caused my body to search for a release. That must have been it.
I just needed a distraction outside of work. Maybe take up tennis or lion taming.

Her résumé. That would help. Once I saw that she’s as incompetent as the other applicants, I’ll lose total interest. When I ask her about her time at The University of Chicago, she’ll probably tell me she’s related to the Dean and he had to hire her. Yup, that’s what would happen. Not even qualified at all for the job.

In fact, she might be so awful that when I ask her about her knowledge of Mimir, she will probably giggle and ask how to spell it. This was all Bechmann’s fault, I just knew it.

Despite my rational logic on the problem, my mind had other ideas. It imagined something much worse.
As I squinted at my computer screen and tried to focus on her résumé,  images of Ms. Drake reclining back in the chair across from me popped like bubbles into my head.

Sexy bubbles.

Bubbles that slowly stripped out of her clothes.

No.

I’m interviewing her, not making porn.

Perhaps I should picture her fully clothed lounging in a chair. That’s good actually. She should be at ease. This wasn’t an interrogation, it was an interview. I may have been a cold, hard-nosed jerk to my co-workers and, sometimes, to my friends, but I could be nice to someone I had never met.

I couldn’t recall the last time I was nice, but there must be someone I was pleasant towards. No, wait. There was that old woman on the El train who pointed to the only seat available on the train car. I smiled and said ‘thanks’ to her as I sat. I remember her eyes widened with surprise from my kind words.

Ms. Drake should be comfortable. Maybe undo a few buttons from her blouse while removing her restrictive bra.

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