Fighting For My Billionaire Boss – Fourth Excerpt

By Cynthia Sax on April 13, 2016

I’m sharing the fourth scene from the first chapter of Fighting For My Billionaire Boss today.

Read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/03/23/fighting-for-my-billionaire-boss-first-excerpt/

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I study him, his manscaped face, his colorful suit, his death grip on Gretchen’s purse. Oh shit. I spot the gleam of light off glass. No, not glass. A camera lens. There’s a circle cut out of the side of the bag. “Are you recording—”

“You bitch.” Gretchen slaps me across the face, her reaction catching me by surprise, her nails leaving a stinging trail on my cheek. “Were you fucking him the entire time we were dating?”

She hit me. She fuckin’ hit me. Anger rushes through me, hot and feral and intense. I battle the urge to strike back, to punch her lights out.

I’m not that girl anymore.

“One, I’m a lady.” My tone is as sweet and as calm as I can manage. “Not a… what you called me. I don’t use that type of language,” I inform her prissily. “Two—”

“Fuck you,” she screeches and slaps me again, scratching my other cheek.

I catch her wrist and she gasps, staring at me with wide eyes. “Don’t do that again.” I release her before I inflict more damage. “Or I will—”

The door to my boss’s office opens. Gretchen swings at me.

Distracted, I react on instinct, my arm shooting out. My right fist connects with her left eye. She staggers backward.

Rational thought flees. Adrenaline pumps through my veins. This fight is on.

“That’s for the pain you caused me.” I follow up with my left fist, popping her in her other eye. “And that’s for the pain you caused my boss.”

“Miss Henderson.” His voice originates behind me.

“You man-stealing tramp.” Gretchen blindly flies at me.

“You insane media slut.” I fling myself at her. Our bodies collide. She’s twice my size, a fuckin’ giant of a woman, and she doesn’t go down.

I climb her like a tree, straddle her waist with my legs, and beat on her. The actress makes a valiant attempt to block and to return my punches. She gets lucky a few times, smacking my chest twice and striking my chin once. But her technique is all over the place.

She doesn’t have my experience at brawling. I jab toward her face. She twists, seeking to avoid the punch. Fabric rips. Her perfect breasts escape her skintight dress.

One of the male idiots watching us cheers.

“That’s enough, Miss Henderson.” Brick’s tone is stern.

That isn’t enough. The knuckles of my right hand connect with the tip of Gretchen’s dainty nose. There’s a crunch. She howls. Blood pours down her face.

“You broke my nose.” Gretchen holds up her arms, attempting to protect her face.

She has to do this because I continue to whale on her. My brothers taught me that a fight isn’t over until my opponent is flat on his or her back.

The actress is still standing. I hit her again and again, throwing in some body slams, trying to take her down.

The bitch finally topples backward, taking me with her. My skirts, all of them, ride up to my waist. Cool air sweeps over my panty-clad ass. I punch her once, twice more for good measure, ensuring she doesn’t get back up.

“Easy, scrapper.” Brick straps his arms around my waist and peels me off her.

“I’m not a scrapper,” I yell, flailing my arms and legs. “I’m a fuckin’ lady.”

His body shakes. “Yes, we see that.”

“You might have drawn first blood but I always draw the last.” I ignore Brick and glare at my adversary. “Remember that, bitch.”

“Keep her away from me.” The actress’s nose continues to bleed. Her face is already starting to swell, her dress is shredded and her breasts hang out. She looks like a mess yet she’s still glorious, sexy in that horror-flick female type of way. “She’s out of control.”

“Says the woman who attacked me for no reason.” I wave my fists in the air, not willing to take any more shit from her. “You’re a complete psycho and should be locked up.”

Gretchen’s publicist doesn’t move, doesn’t attempt to help her. My coworkers stare at us with wide eyes and open mouths. Someone had the brains to call security but the security guard just stands there, gaping at us.

“Dave, please escort Gretchen and her publicist out of the building.” Brick takes command of the situation, assigning the crazy woman to the security guard’s care.

The man doesn’t appear happy to have that responsibility.

“Watch her hands,” I advise. “She scratches.”

Brick’s arms tighten around me. “Gretchen, my lawyer will talk to your lawyer.”

“She broke my nose,” the woman moans.

“You also broke a nail,” I holler back at her. “When you raked those talons of yours across my face.”

A man behind me sniggers.

“I’ll pay for a nose job,” Brick assures his ex. “It’s not like it’s your first.” He mumbles this last comment. “My meetings are canceled for the rest of the day.”

People hurry away from the entrance to his office, darting concerned glances at me. They’re all scared shitless of me. They’ve seen what I can do.

Brick saw this, too. He’ll never see me as feminine now.

“You’re coming with me, scrapper.” My boss hauls me toward his private space. “The rest of you, get back to work.”

“I’m a lady.” This protest is weaker.

“Of course, you are.” Brick turns me until I face him. The humor in his eyes fades when he sees the blood dripping down my cheeks. “Fuck. She messed you up.” He slings my body over his shoulder.

“I messed her up more.” I glance behind us. Gretchen remains knocked on her ass. Pride fills me. I definitely won this fight.

But, in doing that, I might have lost all hope of winning Brick’s love.

***

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Love is worth the fight.

My boss, Brick Armitage, is one of the most eligible bachelors in the city. He’s handsome, young, and the billionaire CEO of an online company. Brick dates stunning supermodels and famous actresses, the most beautiful women on the planet.

I’m determined to be the next woman he kisses, touches, pleases. To land the man I love, I’ll become the delicate lady he seems to prefer. No cussing. No sprawling over the furniture. No punching the pretty out of Brick’s trash-talking ex.

But when I fail at this and the footage of my brawling goes viral, will I lose my sophisticated billionaire forever, or will he realize a scrapper is exactly who he needs?

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Fighting For My Billionaire Boss – Third Excerpt

By Cynthia Sax on April 6, 2016

I’m sharing the third scene from the first chapter of Fighting For My Billionaire Boss today.

Read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/03/23/fighting-for-my-billionaire-boss-first-excerpt/

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“That won’t be necessary, Miss Henderson.” He tosses the last piece of scone into his mouth and chews. “I’ll find a date. Someone will want the exposure.”

“Someone does.” I’m that someone. I gaze at him, trying to drive that thought into his thick head.

“Hmmm…” He picks up his tablet, signaling the end of the tea party and our conversation.

Shit. I place the faux china on a side table for the cleaning staff to take care of. “Back to work, I go, your faithful assistant.” Destined to never be more than that.

He doesn’t look up. I slink toward the door, dejected.

“Miss Henderson?”

Joy bursts within me. He’s changed his mind, has decided to ask me.

“Yes?” I turn.

Brick continues to gaze at his screen. “Update your media training.”

“I take media training every six months.” And he never allows me to use it, forbidding me to speak to the press.

“Increase that to every three months.”

Fuck. I stomp out of the office. He’ll never ask me to be his date.

A vase of pink carnations is set on a corner of my desk. My top lip curls. Brick gives them to me every week, which would be sweet, except he gives his ladies of the week roses and orchids and other superbly feminine flowers.

I receive sturdy, long-lasting carnations. Because that’s how he sees me—sturdy, long-lasting, durable. I jut out my jaw, even more resolute to figure out the girl world, to become a woman he’d desire.

The morning creeps along. I reply to messages, monitor the flow of people in and out of Brick’s office, supply him with the information he needs for these meetings.

Gossip flies around the floor after that first meeting. Everyone speculates on how our boss got the scratches on his face. Chanelle’s comments are extra loud and directed my way.

I don’t rise to the bait, refusing to contribute to the talk, even though that’s exactly what Gretchen or Trinity or any of Brick’s exes would have done. My boss trusts me to remain silent, to keep our conversations confidential. I would never betray him.

At 11:15 a.m., Tammy at reception calls me, warning that Gretchen is on her way to see Brick, relaying that she’s in a foul mood.

The actress will be even more pissed off when she sees me. Brick has a meeting in his office until noon. She’ll have to wait to talk with him.

I message my boss, keeping him informed.

He won’t be disturbed if she does make a fuss. Requiring a space for his extremely confidential meetings and phone calls, my favorite CEO had his office soundproofed.

A ripple of excitement flows through the cubicles, announcing the actress’s arrival. She glides between the gray fabric-covered walls, each step placed directly in front of the other. I gaze at her, open with my admiration.

That walk is more difficult than it looks. I know. I’ve practiced for hours at home in front of the mirror and I still have too much bounce in my gait.

Gretchen is not only graceful. She’s damn beautiful, her hard, green eyes glittering with self-righteous fury. There isn’t a freckle or blemish on her tanned skin. Her golden-blonde hair fans her high cheekbones and defined chin. The bright-red lipstick on her full, pouty lips matches her skintight dress.

She’s womanly perfection. I can’t blame Brick for lusting after the actress. If I were a man, I’d fuck her.

Gretchen isn’t alone. Her publicist, a narrow-eyed weasel of a man, trails behind her. The woman rarely goes anywhere without him.

Today, he’s her designated bag holder, the actress’s camel-colored tote clutched in his spindly fingers.

I suppress my snide remarks and stand, feeling even more unfeminine than I usually do. “He’s in a meeting, Miss Gretchen.” The woman has no last name.

“I’m not here to see Brick Armitage.” She braces her feet apart, showing off her long, tanned legs. Her publicist scurries around her. Gretchen glances at him and then back at me. “I’m here to see you.”

She wants to see me. A warm glow of happiness fills my soul. “I—”

“I thought you were my friend.” Lines appear between her eyebrows.

I blink. She considers me to be her friend? We haven’t spoken more than a dozen sentences to each other.

“You know how I feel about him.” She waves her beautifully manicured hands at Brick’s office door. “You know I love him, have loved him desperately, crazily, since the first day I saw him.”

My forehead furrows. Is she referring to my boss? Because the first day she saw him wasn’t very long ago.

“He’s in my heart.” She slaps her chest with her right palm. “In my soul.” Gretchen glances at her publicist. He nods. “I don’t know what I’d do without him.”

A crowd gathers around us, everyone as captivated as I am by the passion in the actress’s voice. I never knew she cared so much for my boss.

This won’t stop me from wanting him but it is good information to have.

“That you betrayed me…” She gazes at me, accusations in her green eyes.

“I didn’t betray you.” I have no idea what she’s talking about.

“How can you say that?” she asks.

The publicist turns his entire body, facing me.

“Because I haven’t.” Hurting her would hurt Brick and I’d never do that.

The publicist swings his body back toward Gretchen. I frown. He’s acting even more strangely than she is.

“How can you look me in the eyes and continue to lie?” Gretchen splays her fingers across her magnificent breasts. “You know what you’ve done to me, to Brick, to the family we’ll now never have.”

The family they’ll now never have? They dated for little over a week.

The publicist is positioned toward me again.

What is he doing?

***

Read the next scene (available April 13th): http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/04/13/fighting-for-my-billionaire-boss-fourth-excerpt/

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Love is worth the fight.

My boss, Brick Armitage, is one of the most eligible bachelors in the city. He’s handsome, young, and the billionaire CEO of an online company. Brick dates stunning supermodels and famous actresses, the most beautiful women on the planet.

I’m determined to be the next woman he kisses, touches, pleases. To land the man I love, I’ll become the delicate lady he seems to prefer. No cussing. No sprawling over the furniture. No punching the pretty out of Brick’s trash-talking ex.

But when I fail at this and the footage of my brawling goes viral, will I lose my sophisticated billionaire forever, or will he realize a scrapper is exactly who he needs?

Buy Now:

On Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Fighting-My-Billionaire-Boss-Infamous-ebook/dp/B01AS4ZA0C/

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Fighting For My Billionaire Boss – Second Excerpt

By Cynthia Sax on March 30, 2016

I’m sharing the second scene from the first chapter of Fighting For My Billionaire Boss today.

Read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/03/23/fighting-for-my-billionaire-boss-first-excerpt/

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Gretchen is his woman of the week: a tall, gorgeous, blonde actress sporting surgically enhanced breasts bigger than my head. They’re perfect, a thing of beauty, defying gravity and all other laws of science. I can’t help but stare at them every time she visits.

Gretchen doesn’t mind the gawking. Brick’s latest woman is, unfortunately, a drama whore, appearing in the tabloids at least once a week. I suspect that is the reason she’s considered for as many parts as she is. The studios know she’ll bring attention to any movie release she’s attached to.

Although Brick acts like he shuns the spotlight, he’s always drawn to this type of woman. And they’re drawn to him because he’s handsome, young, and a billionaire, the combination ensuring constant media buzz.

This is the first time I’ve heard of him indulging in sex games, though. The idea of my usually dominant boss being the submissive in a relationship, however short-lived, disturbs me. I thought I knew him. “I didn’t realize you were into that.”

“I’m not.” His lips twist. “I won’t be seeing Gretchen again.”

Yes, I inwardly cheer, keeping my expression as blank as I can manage. “Too bad. It would have been eight days today. She could have tied Trinity for the record.”

“Ha.” He doesn’t see the humor in this that I do. “What did you bring us for breakfast?”

“Scones.” I return to my side of the desk, take one out of the bag. “They’re blueberry.” The hope is that addition will make them more edible. I find a paper napkin, place the baked good on it, slide it toward him.

Brick’s permafrown deepens. He opens his mouth.

“Eat it,” I cut off his protests. “The Queen has scones every day.”

“She’s British. It’s expected.”

“You speak English. That’s almost British.” I ignore his eye-rolling. “Here is your coffee—black.” I push the disposable cup toward him.

He reaches for it, curling his long fingers around the cup. I want those fingers on me but that won’t ever happen, will it? I glower at the tray.

“Are you continuing the self-torture today, Miss Henderson?” Brick misinterprets the source of my unhappiness.

“If you’re asking if I ordered tea, I did,” I reply primly. “It’s an acquired taste and I plan to acquire it.” This is part of my continued quest to become more feminine, to make him see me as a woman. Once I’m successful, he’ll want me.

“You hate tea.”

“I’ll learn to love it.” I sit in one of the guest chairs. “I’ll also learn to love scones.” I extract my baked good from its brown paper wrapper and nibble on a corner of it. The blueberries don’t help with the taste. It’s still as dry and tasteless as cardboard.

“If you insist on drinking tea, you should drink it the right way.” Brick turns, retrieves a blue box from the shelf behind him, and sets it on the desk. “This is for you.”

“For me?” I wiggle with excitement. “But it isn’t even my birthday.”

“Not for another seven months and twenty-one days.”

I don’t ask why my boss is counting the days until my birthday. I’m too intrigued by the box before me. “I’m opening it.”

He dips his head.

I remove the lid. A dainty little teacup, white with pink carnations, is nestled inside. “How beautiful.”

“It’s beautiful and durable.” Brick’s eyes gleam. “It looks like fine china yet it won’t easily chip or break.”

Does he believe I’m too rough, too manlike to handle real fine china? Some of my joy dims. “It’s gorgeous.” I lift the teacup out of the box. “And there’s a matching saucer.” I look under it. “And a plate.”

“For your scone.” He sounds pleased with himself.

“For our scones.” I place both of them on the plate. “Did you buy a set for yourself?”

“I’m drinking coffee.”

“You can drink coffee out of a teacup.” I transfer my beverage. “We’ll start every day with a tea party.” Ladies have tea parties. I’m having a tea party. Therefore, I must be a lady. He’s intelligent. He’ll make that connection.

“We’re not having tea parties.” His grip on his ugly brown disposable cup tightens. “I’m your boss, your CEO.”

I gaze at him blankly, not knowing what that has to do with tea parties.

“A man,” Brick adds.

“Men can take part in tea parties.”

“Not straight men,” he mutters.

“Don’t worry.” I pat his arm. Joy zings through my body at that mere contact. “We’ll find you a masculine set, no flowers.” I retreat, clasping my cup, slumping back in my chair. “It’ll be wonderful.”

“Wonderful isn’t the word I’d use.” Brick’s gaze flicks to my sprawled bare legs. I sit straighter and primly close my knees. His lips twitch. “Why are you wearing multiple skirts?”

“They’re petticoats.” I fluff my full thigh-length skirt. “They’re very feminine.”

He grunts and drinks his coffee.

Okay. My skirt might be a little too frou-frou for the office. But the fitted blazer helps to offset it, giving my outfit more of a stuffy insurance company feel.

Brick breaks off a piece of his scone and pops it into his mouth. I do the same and cough. The damn thing is sucking the moisture from my mouth. I sip on my tea and wince. It’s flavored hot water.

“Why you torture yourself, I don’t know.” He shakes his head and devours more of the nasty baked good I inflicted upon him. My billionaire might grumble but he tolerates my culinary abuse.

We eat and drink in companionable silence. This is nice. It would be nicer if we were both naked and I was sitting on his lap, but he doesn’t see me that way. Not yet. I’ll take what I can get right now.

“You need a date for tonight’s gala,” I remind him.

Gretchen will want to be his date. The St. James Charity Gala is one of Toronto’s most important social events. Arriving on the arm of a dashing billionaire will ensure she gets the media attention she craves.

Before she returns, offering an insincere apology and making false promises, I have to make my move.

“If you’re stuck, I could accompany you,” I not-so-flippantly suggest.

Brick’s gaze flicks upward, meeting mine.

Say yes. Say yes. Say yes, I silently coax.

***

Read the next scene (available April 6th): http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/04/06/fighting-for-my-billionaire-boss-third-excerpt/

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Love is worth the fight.

My boss, Brick Armitage, is one of the most eligible bachelors in the city. He’s handsome, young, and the billionaire CEO of an online company. Brick dates stunning supermodels and famous actresses, the most beautiful women on the planet.

I’m determined to be the next woman he kisses, touches, pleases. To land the man I love, I’ll become the delicate lady he seems to prefer. No cussing. No sprawling over the furniture. No punching the pretty out of Brick’s trash-talking ex.

But when I fail at this and the footage of my brawling goes viral, will I lose my sophisticated billionaire forever, or will he realize a scrapper is exactly who he needs?

Buy Now:

On Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Fighting-My-Billionaire-Boss-Infamous-ebook/dp/B01AS4ZA0C/

On Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Fighting-My-Billionaire-Boss-Infamous-ebook/dp/B01AS4ZA0C/

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Upcoming Releases – 2016

By Cynthia Sax on March 25, 2016

I thought I’d take a moment and talk about my planned releases for the year.

May

Defying Death – Cyborg Erotic Romance – Releasing May 17th

Defying Death

He’ll risk it all for one moment of happiness.

Cyborgs don’t show emotion. Death learned that lesson early in his long lifespan. To survive, he hides his fierce passions behind a stoic wall. He calls no warrior friend. He never admits to caring for any being.

Even the human female he’s destined to love.

Tifara is Death’s obsession, his sole opportunity for happiness, to express the all-consuming passion burning brightly inside him. He’ll do anything to obtain the curvaceous medic: defy a direct order, abduct Tifara from her battle station, and wage war on his fellow cyborgs.

To earn her love, he’ll have to risk much, much more.

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/

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Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/defying-death-2

June

One And Done – Contemporary Erotic Romance

This will be a longer story, over 300 pages long (depending on your eReader).

Here is the VERY rough blurb

Hit it and quit it—that’s Smoke Sheridan’s relationship philosophy. The tall, dark and dangerous club owner never spends more than one night with any woman. He seduces the broken hearted, leaving them with smiles on their faces and a sexual confidence other men can’t resist.

I need his services.

My boyfriend of four years dumped me because I’m a lousy lay. Smoke can help me win him back, teaching me how to make men writhe in ecstasy, bellow my name in the dark of the night, want me with an all consuming desire.

This sounds like a great plan. Except I see the loneliness in Smoke’s eyes, feel the wistfulness in his touch, experience the wanting in his embrace. The player isn’t as shallow as he appears.

And I’ve never been good at letting go.

One And Done contains inappropriate humor, very bad pickup lines, a BBW heroine who doesn’t know what she’s doing and a player who thinks he does.

August

Chasing Mayhem – Cyborg Erotic Romance

I’m writing this story right now. The hero is, of course, Mayhem, a J model cyborg we first met in Crash And Burn. He appears in Defying Death also. His heroine is Imee, a kick ass Retriever for the Humanoid Alliance. She’s the female Menace jokes about in Defying Death.

November

Commanding Her Cyborgs (rough title) – Cyborg Erotic Romance

Ace and Thrasher are the heroes in this story. We first met Ace and Thrasher in Breathing Vapor. They appear in Defying Death also. The heroine will be the Commander of the rebel battle station. She’s an older female (as the cyborgs don’t age, they find older females even more exotic) and has enough experience to keep these two males in line. (grins)

December

Jumping Barrel – Cyborg Erotic Romance Short Story

Barrel is the hero. We first met him in Releasing Rage. He also appears in Being Green. This short story will be given for free to newsletter subscribers.

These are all of the stories I know I’m releasing for certain in 2016.

I’ll keep you posted when I know more!

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Fighting For My Billionaire Boss – First Excerpt

By Cynthia Sax on March 23, 2016

I’m sharing the first scene from the first chapter of Fighting For My Billionaire Boss today.

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Chapter One

I’m graceful, I tell myself as I weave between the cubicles. A cardboard tray containing breakfast for my boss and myself is balanced on my right palm. Not a drop of the liquid in the ugly brown disposable cups has spilled.

Because I’m a fuckin’ gazelle, the most elegant of the antelopes.

“Morning, Lu,” Chanelle calls out. The women gathered around her repeat the greeting.

I smile and wave. They wave back.

They don’t invite me to join them.

This oversight could be due to my position in the organization. I’m the assistant to Brick Armitage, CEO and founder of the online insurance company we work for. He’s intimidating. I’m his second in command, privy to all of his thoughts and actions.

But the lack of invitation is more likely due to the fact that I’m not a real girl.

Oh, I was born a female and have all of the necessary parts—breasts, small yet still noticeable, an ass, also small, shoulder-length curly brown hair, a dainty, some would say, elfin face. Most men, including my boss, tower over me.

I simply lack the training most girls get.

My mother left when I was three years old, unable to handle my three brothers and me. It was easier for my father to treat me like another boy, dressing me in jeans, taking me to ballgames, teaching me how to fight.

I didn’t give a shit about this when I was younger. I was proud of my rowdy nature, that I could hold my own with my brothers and their friends.

It was when I became interested in boys and they didn’t return my interest, continuing to treat me like one of the guys, that I started to care. Not a lot. But enough to read fashion magazines and watch tutorials on applying makeup.

Then I met Brick, my sexy manwhore of a boss, and that caring was compounded by a zillion times. He captured my heart, although he doesn’t know this. Accustomed to dating ultra-feminine supermodels and famous actresses, he doesn’t see me as a woman.

I’m determined to change his view.

I make a beeline to his office, my pastel blue skirt swirling around my thighs, my heels thumping against the industrial gray carpet.

My boss has his door partially open. I scrunch my forehead. He’s normally not here this early in the morning.

I knock, don’t wait for an answer, and push inside, a smile on my face.

The space smells of his woodsy cologne and him. I breathe deeply, taking that part of him inside of me, and desire unfurls within me, a steady, throbbing need I experience whenever I’m in my billionaire’s presence.

The man himself sits behind his big wooden desk, his head bowed, the overhead lights picking up the ink-blue highlights in his black hair. Brick is clad in his usual dark suit, white shirt, dark tie. He’s frowning down at his tablet screen, his lips as grimly set as always.

My boss is SERIOUS, in all caps, rarely cracking a smile, and the stormy pent-up passion constantly brewing inside him turns me on. I set the tray on his desk. “You beat me into the office this morning.” Usually, I’m first in. “Why are you here so early?”

He lifts his chin, giving me a clear view of his face.

I gasp.

“Fuck.” I gape at him, forgetting my goal of having a cuss-free day. “What the hell happened to you?” I rush around the desk, needing to survey the damage.

Brick swivels his chair to face me. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing.” I trace the scratches on his left cheek, the red gouges in his perfectly tanned skin. “Who hurt you?” I demand. “Tell me who is responsible for this and I’ll smack that person into the next century.” No one hurts my boss, the man I secretly love, and gets away with it.

“You aren’t smacking anyone, Miss Henderson.” He covers my hand with his, pressing my palm against him. “As you constantly remind me, you’re a lady.”

“Don’t joke about this.” I glare at him.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t joke about it.”

He is seated in his black leather captain’s chair. I stand before him, my hand on his face. His hand is on mine, holding me to him. He’s my boss yet this feels right. I’m meant to be here, to be touching him.

Brick’s gaze lifts and locks with mine. His brown eyes darken with emotion. “There’s something I should tell you.”

“Yes?” I lean toward him. He’ll tell me now that he wants me, that he can’t live without me. Brick will kiss me and touch me and make me his. My thighs graze his parted knees and I tremble, feeling that contact in my soul.

Brick leans forward also. Our lips are a whisper apart. That connection I always feel between us intensifies, pulling us together, linking us in a way that is more than physical, more than intellectual.

His breath wafts against my cheeks. My heart pounds.

Should I kiss him? Should I?

Yes, I’m going to risk—

“Fuck. I can’t do this.” He sighs and releases me.

Damn it. I waited too long and the moment is gone.

“I can’t bring you into my crazy life.” His words are edged with resignation.

I continue to cup his cheek, doggedly maintaining this slender contact with him, hoping the passion or whatever it was we were just experiencing will return. “I’m your assistant. I’m already part of your crazy life.”

“This had nothing to do with work, Miss Henderson.” My boss avoids my gaze. “This is a private situation that got out of control.” Pink creeps up his neck.

“A private situation,” I repeat. “Oh.” I realize what that means and the last of my arousal dissipates. “I see.” I drop my hand, feeling like a fool for thinking Brick Armitage wanted, needed me. “The scratches were part of kinky times with Gretchen, huh?”

My humor is forced.

I’m so damn jealous; I could spit.

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Read the next scene (available March 30th): http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/03/30/fighting-for-my-billionaire-boss-second-excerpt/

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Love is worth the fight.

My boss, Brick Armitage, is one of the most eligible bachelors in the city. He’s handsome, young, and the billionaire CEO of an online company. Brick dates stunning supermodels and famous actresses, the most beautiful women on the planet.

I’m determined to be the next woman he kisses, touches, pleases. To land the man I love, I’ll become the delicate lady he seems to prefer. No cussing. No sprawling over the furniture. No punching the pretty out of Brick’s trash-talking ex.

But when I fail at this and the footage of my brawling goes viral, will I lose my sophisticated billionaire forever, or will he realize a scrapper is exactly who he needs?

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Fighting For My Billionaire Boss – The Necklace

By Cynthia Sax on March 17, 2016

In Fighting For My Billionaire Boss, Brick gives Lu a necklace. Here’s a snippet from the scene

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He opens a drawer, extracts a flat black box. “I don’t want anyone to mistake who you are to me.” Brick opens the lid.

I blink, dazzled by diamond flowers set amidst delicate gold leaves. The necklace is a work of art, classic and fine, a piece of jewelry a real lady would be proud to wear. “Oh, Brick.” Emotion threatens to overwhelm me. “It’s too much.”

This isn’t a gift a man might give to his lover. This is a future heirloom he’d give to his wife.

“It’s not enough.” He fastens it for me, the gold cool against my skin, and he guides me to a mirror. “But it will suffice for now.”

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This is a real necklace.

You can see the details here

http://www.langantiques.com/antique-diamond-necklace-4.html

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Love is worth the fight.

My boss, Brick Armitage, is one of the most eligible bachelors in the city. He’s handsome, young, and the billionaire CEO of an online company. Brick dates stunning supermodels and famous actresses, the most beautiful women on the planet.

I’m determined to be the next woman he kisses, touches, pleases. To land the man I love, I’ll become the delicate lady he seems to prefer. No cussing. No sprawling over the furniture. No punching the pretty out of Brick’s trash-talking ex.

But when I fail at this and the footage of my brawling goes viral, will I lose my sophisticated billionaire forever, or will he realize a scrapper is exactly who he needs?

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Interview With Tina Donahue

By Cynthia Sax on November 4, 2014

I sat down (virtually) with Tina Donahue for a short interview. Tina Donahue’s latest release is Intimate Details, a hot contemporary menage.


Cynthia Sax: What excites you about Intimate Details?

Tina Donahue: Not only is Intimate Details a moving and hot romance between Shana, Mike and Cody, it delves into the power the one percent have over the rest of us. You know, outsourcing, layoffs, the financial meltdown, the recession. All of the stuff the ninety-nine percent have had to deal with while CEOs and the one percent are getting bonuses. The story explores how those in power abused it and ruined lives. The subplot about Shana’s past and what she has to hide provides the story with tension and mystery. It’s also what drives Mike and Cody to learn everything they can about her.

Cynthia Sax: What is your favorite line from Intimate Details?

Tina Donahue: My favorite line I can’t divulge – it would give too much away. My next favorite line is in chapter one when Shana shows up unexpectedly with Mike and Cody wondering what in the hell is going on. When Mike asks Shana who she is, she thinks – Time for the truth. Sort of. I love that. It speaks to the mystery of the story, what she tries to keep from them and everyone else.


Cynthia Sax: How does Intimate Details start?

Tina Donahue: Shana, a world-class computer hacker, has just arrived at Mike Russo and Cody Latham’s intelligence gathering firm, RLI. They aren’t expecting her because she hacked into their system to make her appointment. She’s one curvy lady, dressed to thrill and has them totally stumped as she waltzes into the conference room ready to take their breath away and change their lives forever. I started there because I wanted to begin the story with a bang.


Cynthia Sax: Where is Intimate Details set?


Tina Donahue:
Manhattan, where the rich and powerful live and play. One of the scenes with Shana, Mike and Cody takes place in an opulent New York hotel – the penthouse to be exact. What they do in the hot tub…wow.

Thank you, Tina Donahue, for joining us today!

Tina Donahue’s Website: http://www.tinadonahue.com/

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As a computer hacker, she demands justice.
As a woman, she craves two powerful and commanding men.

Shana’s been hacking one of Manhattan’s most corrupt executives, making him pay for what he’s done to his victims. Using her skills, she convinces Mike and Cody to hire her at their intelligence-gathering firm, where intimate details help their clients.

Never has Mike met a woman as delicious as Shana. Smart as hell, curvy and assured, she’d be a delightful challenge in bed. Cody’s carnal hunger is equally intense. He and Mike want to know everything about her.

She won’t divulge the secrets of her past. All she can offer is unquenchable desire and her heart.

During weeks of shameless lust and pleasure, Mike and Cody peel away the layers of Shana’s life. The stunning truth changes everything. They’ll do all that they can to keep her safe…and in their arms.

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