by Clare James
Release date: 6/30/15
About the book: She was hired to clean up his image. He wants nothing more than to get her dirty.
Watching sex tapes at the office is just part of PR professional Vivian Blake’s job, especially when she has to clean up a celebrity’s image. Except that her newest client isn’t quite that easy. Racecar driver Jarod Cage is beyond hot, and his onscreen “performance” is already compromising Viv’s cool professionalism.
While Jarod hasn’t exactly been discreet about his personal life, he never thought his reputation could cost him both his sponsor and his racing career. Now he has to put his future in the hands of a tiny, pixie-like publicist. Which is becoming a problem, because the heat between them is about to redline. But when you go this hard and fast, putting on the brakes is the most dangerous thing you can do…
About the Author: Clare James is the author of steamy contemporary romance and new adult novels: BEFORE YOU GO, MORE, DIRTY LITTLE LIES, TALK TO ME, and JUST LISTEN. A former dancer, Clare still loves to get her groove on—mostly to work off her beloved cupcakes and red wine. A fan of spunky women, gorgeous guys, and superhot romance, Clare spends most of her time lost in books. She lives in Minneapolis with her two leading men—her husband and young son—and loves to hear from her fans.
When it rains, it fucking pours.
That was Jarod Cage’s first thought as he eavesdropped on the woman who was supposed to be saving his career. He wanted to check her out before he was on the spot with a bunch of suits in some conference room. He was glad he did, and not at all surprised by what he heard. This was just how things went for him—out of the frying pan, into the fire. Insert any other fucking cliché that applied. He was in the biggest jam of his career and he was supposed to put his life in her hands? This tiny brunette pixie who was wound so tight she probably needed a bar fuck more than he did? Not to mention that she believed his profession was run by a clan of redneck morons.
She stood and rounded her desk. Damn, the hits just kept on coming. He was lost for a moment, taking in the sight of the latest addition to his payroll, and completely enthralled by way she pulled herself together, the unmistakable look of determination in her wary brown eyes, her rigid posture. He could take notes on that recovery. Yet for some reason, all it did was make him want to unravel her. He immediately homed in on the tie that held her dress together—the only thing standing between him and all that smooth, creamy skin. A tie that could so easily come undone. Jarod took a deep, fortifying breath and slowly dropped his eyes to the floor, pushing away the unwanted thoughts. Until his gaze tripped over the mile-high shoes. His jaw clenched in response.
He was going to kill his manager. Henry warned him last night that his new PR rep was a young woman. But he didn’t tell him she was single—he hated the fact that he had already looked at her left hand—or that she was a Yankee. Henry also failed to mention the state of this young woman’s body, the texture of her hair, and the suppleness of her lips. In fact, the old man had been acting a little strange about the whole thing. Not that Jarod could blame him. The situation was more than awkward for everyone.