Title: That Man (That Man #1)
Author: Nelle LâAmour
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: April 11, 2014
Thereâs a new beautiful player in townâ¦
Blake Burns, the sexy head of SIN-TV, who goes through women like some go through water. Until he meets Jennifer McCoy, his outspoken new assistant and development executive.
Newly engaged Jennifer has no idea that her devastatingly gorgeous new boss is the man she kissed, blindfolded, in a game of Truth or Dare. That kiss, that man, that beautiful stranger she cannot forget.
Blake hasnât been able to stop thinking about that kiss eitherâ¦and heâll do anything to win Jennifer âeven if it means being a beautiful bastard and breaking all the rules.
THAT MAN is a three-part romantic comedy serial with an element of suspense. THAT MAN 2 is available NOW, and the steamy and suspenseful conclusion, THAT MAN 3 will be available in early May.
âMr. Burns?â A sweet voice at my doorway diverted my attention, and I looked up from the screen. In tandem, my eyes blinked, my body jerked, and my cock flexed. Subtly for her not to notice.
Though her neat auburn bun, prim tweed suit, and tortoiseshell glasses made her look like some bookworm who should be working at a corporate law office, I swear Iâd recognize that face anywhereâwith its dewy-skin complexion, delicate bone structure, and those expressive, turned-up lips. Someone pinch me. I must be dreaming. But there she was. That girl Iâd kissed last night. In fact, her lips were still swollen. Holy fucking shit!
âHi, Iâm Jennifer McCoy.â
It took several long moments for my brain to communicate with my mouth. I cleared my throat and licked my lips. âPlease come in and take a seat.â
Unlike last night when she was blindfolded and took short hesitant steps, she strode into my office with a strong confident gait and lowered herself onto one of the two armchairs facing me. She placed her shoulder bag and briefcase on the floor and crossed her shapely, long legs. I had the burning urge to uncross them.
âSo, Ms. McCoyââ
âYou can call me Jennifer.â
Okay, letâs start over. âSo, Jen-ni-fer, you come highly recommended by my boss, Saul Bernstein.â God, I loved saying her name. It sucked the air out of my lungs.
She flashed a small smile. Two little dimples winked at her kissable lips. My cock twitched and I continued.
âHowever, Iâm not sure why someone with a passion for childrenâs television would want to work for a porn channel.â
Without flinching, she held my gaze steady. âAdults are no different than children. They need to be entertained. â
That was a fact. And thatâs why we referred to our network and programming as âadult entertainment.â I wasnât done testing her. Or studying herâespecially her eyes. Her blindfold had hidden them from me last night, and after sheâd disappeared, I kept imagining what they looked like. I thought they might be brown or blue and deep-set. But they were wide-set and greenâthe greenest eyes Iâd ever seen on a human being. When she blinked, it was if they were two leaves fluttering in the wind. I caught my breath.
âWell, itâs one thing to tell a producer of a cartoon that heââ
âOr she,â she interrupted.
âOr she needs to make the shaggy dog bark louder, but itâs another to tell the producer of a porn flick that his female star whoâs being shagged needs to scream louder.â
âNot a problem,â she said flatly.
âWell, then, letâs pretend Iâm the producer, and Iâm not quite sure what you want. Can you please demonstrate?â
âSure.â She cleared her throat and then took off her glasses, setting them on my desk. Fuck. Her eyes were beautiful.
My gaze stayed fixed on them as she flung her head back, and a look of torturous pleasure washed over her face. It was identical to the expression on her face last night as I held her head back and fucked her mouth with my tongue. She squeezed her eyes shut.
âOh, baby, yes! Make me come! Oh God! Oh, yes, Yes, YES!â Each breathy âyesâ was louder than the one before, the last one a roar so loud I thought the whole office would hear her. Holy shit. This girl was a fucking tiger. Beneath my desk, my cock was applauding. Was this how Ms. McCoy, M.A., came, or was she just a great actress? If the latter, this girl should be starring in porn flicks not giving script notes.
âWas that loud and clear enough?â she asked matter-of-factly, staring me in the face. A slight blush colored her cheeks.
I felt heated. Flushed and flustered. And I could feel my cock uncomfortably strain against my fly. Fuck this girl. I wasnât sure if Iâd be able to work with her, but I had no choice.
About The Author
Nelle L'Amour is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin teenage princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment and toy industries with a prestigious Humanitus Award to her credit, she gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago but still enjoys playing with toys with her husband. While she writes in her PJs, she loves to get dressed up and pretend she's Hollywood royalty.
Her books include the highly rated Seduced by the Park Avenue Billionaire Boxed Set, Undying Love, Gloriaâs Secret, Gloriaâs Revengeand the That Man trilogy. Gloriaâs Forever, a novella, will be published in Spring 2014.
Nelle loves to hear from her readers.