A big cheer, please, for LM Spangler brand new release, this very day, My Ex-Partner's Ex-Wife.
She's smoking hot...and his
ex-partner's ex-wife.
Ridley Asher found herself unemployed.
Jack Sterling needed an administrative assistant. No brainer, right?
Ridley became Sterling Motor's
administrative assistant...and the object of Jack's desire. He had no idea the
attraction was mutual.
After an indecent involving her
ex-husband, they grow closer, both mentally and physically.
Little do they know, her ex has no
intentions of letting her go.
Can they explore a life together
even though she'd once belonged to someone else?
Excerpt:
“Thanks, Jack. I know this might be
awkward for you,” Ridley Asher said. “You never hung around us much.”
She had no idea.
Jack’s libido went into overdrive every time he’d see her. Even in the presence
of Dean Asher. Ridley was temptation with a capital T. Curvaceous, stunning,
exotic. A man’s fantasy.
And his ex-partner’s ex-wife.
“It’s no big deal, Ridley. You need
a job and Sterling Motors needs an administrative assistant. You win, and I
definitely win. I’m organized when it comes to restoring cars, but I can’t
organize this business to save my life.” He’d just walk around the shop with a
raging woody for eight or so hours a day.
“Umm. Wha-what about Dean?” Her
ocean-blue eyes searched Jack’s. A frown turned her full lips downward.
Her response bothered him. Ridley
deserved to smile. “Dean doesn’t play into this. This is purely a business
decision. You have the skill set I need and you understand the restoration
process. You literally know the nuts and bolts of a job.” He leaned back in his
beat-up leather desk chair, elbows on the arms, and steepled his fingers. “I
will let Dean know I hired you. Just to avoid any surprises.”
She nodded. “Fair enough,” she
admitted, wringing her fingers. “I hope I don’t put you in a bad situation, but
I appreciate you hiring me. I can’t believe the firm closed down. We were in
the green every quarter I worked there.”
“I’m not sure, but their loss is my
gain.” He rose from his chair, reaching his full height of six-feet-two. He
leaned his head from side to side, cracking the vertebrae in his neck. “I know
this is spur of the moment, but can you start today? You’re already here.”
“I could, but I have Dozer with
me.”
A brow rose. “Dozer?” A large piece
of construction equipment popped into his mind.
A soft smile graced her face,
adding alluring beauty to an already exquisite face. “My very large yellow
Labrador retriever.”
He gave a mental eye roll. Dean had
mentioned that she couldn’t find a man so she’d gotten a dog instead. Jack
seriously doubted she had trouble finding men. His mechanics and metal workers
stopped whatever they were doing and watched her walk to Jack’s office. A
magnet had nothing on her.
“He’s welcome here. Three of my men
bring their dogs with them. My only rule is they have to wear a fire retardant
vest when they are around sparks or blow torches.”
“Again, fair enough.” She rose from
the chair opposite Jack’s desk and maneuvered around the beat-up metal piece of
furniture. She laid her hand on his arm and stood on her tiptoes. “Thank you,
Jack. I’m glad Denny gave me the heads up on the job.” Her lips brushed his
ever so softly, probably not to entice, but to show her gratitude.
Every
nerve ending in Jack Sterling’s body roared to life. She returned to her chair
and leaned over to pick up her purse. Her jeans hugged her heart-shaped bottom
to perfection. Erotic pictures filled his mind.
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Author Bio:
LM Spangler lives in South Central
Pennsylvania with her husband, daughter, three dogs, a cat, a rabbit, and some
fish. Her son serves his country in the US Navy.
She is a fan of college football
and any kind of baseball and likes to watch the Discovery, Velocity, HGTV, DIY,
Science, and any channel showing a college football game. She also watches old
game shows like $25,000 Pyramid and Match Game.
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