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Immerse yourself in "Bossy Silverfox", a hilarious and steamy rom-com where a feisty publishing expert and her unyielding silverfox boss navigate an unexpected fling that turns their worlds upside down.
With laugh-out-loud moments, sizzling chemistry, and shocking twists, you won't be able to resist this irresistible mix of humor, heart, and heat. Continue to the next page to read the first chapter ofBossy Silverfox!
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One rule: Never mix business with pleasure.
But when Mr. Grumpy Billionaire becomes more than my boss,
All rules are thrown out the window.
I came for the world of publishing, hungry to leave my mark.
Leo. My icy obstacle. Always doubting, always dismissing.
Vulnerable and lonely, I find unexpected solace in Leo's arms.
In the heat of the moment, clothes are discarded, and rules are broken.
His touch ignites a fire I never knew existed,
And those devilish lips promise more than just a fleeting passion.
I tell myself it's just a slip, a one-off mistake.
His touch?Intoxicating.
But reality bites hard.
He crashes my family gathering,
Arm-in-arm with his ex,
And a son I never knew existed.
Biggest shocker? He's also my dad's closest friend.
Forgiving him might save my heart, but it’ll sure spice up family dinners...
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Chapter One of Bossy Silverfox
I settled into my desk with an iced Americano in hand and began sorting through my inbox.
Even though my desk was crammed in the very back of the office, it was next to the window, so I got to look out at the Chicago skyline as the sun rose, a sight that never failed to take my breath away.
Nora plopped down in front of my desk when I was mid-way through my first of a dismal manuscript featuring a talking tree.
“I have some bad news,” she said.
Nora was in charge of memoirs. She had the same swagger as a vintage news reporter and was prone to wearing trench coats non-ironically.
She wore her vibrant red hair in a neat bun and framed her brown eyes and a heart-shaped face with a rotating cast of chic clear glass frames that she ordered online. At almost five-feet-ten, she made me look like a shrimp.
I was five-foot-two, if you counted my bun. I started last June, and I’m finally getting the hang of curating a business casualwardrobe that doesn’t make me look like Frog and Toad’s long-lost cousin.
