Boss Meets Her Match
She can't fall for a guy like him…With kick-ass-and-take-names flair, hardworking Lena Reyes has everything a successful woman could want. Well…almost. She's still single, which means her family is practically auditioning guys for Hispanic Bachelor. But none of these guys compare to her newest client: a sexy trust-fund artist who's making Lena crazy in every way possible.Born into wealth and privilege, Charles “Matt” Beaumont Matthews V is everything Lena isn't. So why does she find him so deliciously irresistible? Now their attraction is breaking all kinds of rules. Worse still, Lena's falling for Matt—hard. He's either the perfect mistake…or her perfect match.
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She canât fall for a guy like him...
With kick-ass-and-take-names flair, hardworking Lena Reyes has everything a successful woman could want. Well...almost. Sheâs still single, which means her family is practically auditioning guys for Hispanic Bachelor. But none of these guys compare to her newest client: a sexy trust-fund artist whoâs making Lena crazy in every way possible.
Born into wealth and privilege, Charles âMattâ Beaumont Matthews V is everything Lena isnât. So why does she find him so deliciously irresistible? Now their attraction is breaking all kinds of rules. Worse still, Lenaâs falling for Mattâhard. Heâs either the perfect mistake...or her perfect match.
âWhy do you do that?â Lena asked.
âDo what?â
âEvery time you get real with me, let me see behind the smart-ass persona, you have to ruin it by being all annoying.â
Matt shifted closer and ran a finger along her jawline. She jerked away. âLena. Look at me.â
She reluctantly turned to look. He was too close. Too everything. Those eyes. How could such icy blue be so hot?
âThis,â he said as he took her hand. âThis feeling right here is why you put up with me.â
He traced his fingers lightly across her palm. The sensation bypassed her brain, going straight to the very core of her.
She started to say he was crazy. She started to tell him to get out. But his lips were on hers and her hands were in his hair and oh dear God the man could kiss. He pulled her even closer, deepening the kiss. She kissed him back, ignoring the alarms from some distant rational part of herself.
Right now, she cared about nothing except for how good this felt.
Welcome back to beautiful Charleston, SC! I was very excited to have the opportunity to tell Lenaâs story. It was also fun to bring Lena and Sadie back together.
For Lena, family is everything. Even when they are driving her crazy. Sheâs dedicated her life to lifting her family out of poverty, but now that the dream has been realized, she is left wondering, âWhat next?â
âWhatâ did not include the impossibly annoying and sexy artist Charles Beaumont Matthews the Fifth. Or Matt, as he prefers.
For Matt, family is a touchy subject. A troubled youth led to estrangement and very hard feelings. While he is working to repair the damage, he struggles to accept that to fully live the life he wants, he may have to walk away from his family.
Family, by blood or by choice, is a central theme in my writing. The contrast between Lenaâs family, who had been poor in money but rich in love and support, and Mattâs wealthy family, to whom obedience to family tradition is more important than personal fulfillment, is rather stark.
It is somewhere between those two extremes that Lena and Matt will find their HEA.
I hope you enjoy their journey.
Janet
JANET LEE NYE is a writer by day and a neonatal nurse by night. She loves a good pinot grigio and a well-placed âf-bomb.â She wants to be Helen Mirren when she grows up. She lives in Charleston, SC, with her fella and her felines and spends too much time on Twitter and not enough doing adult things like making doctorâs appointments and dusting.
My love, my strength, my wailing wall, the occasional boot in my rear, my partner in everything: Jason Zwiker. Love you, baby!
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THAT IS THE ugliest thing I have ever seen. Lena leaned forward and squinted at the tiny white sticker in the corner of the painting. Five thousand dollars? Tie a paintbrush to my catâs tail and sheâd do a better job. She shifted on the bench. The sounds of the party echoed loudly from the floor below. Sipping her wine, she wrinkled her nose. Cheap chardonnay.
She didnât want to be here, which was why she was hiding out on the second floor of the City Gallery. She wanted to go home. Take her shoes off and put pajamas on. Drink some wine that didnât taste like battery acid. She straightened with a sigh. Might as well get it over with. Dr. Eliot Rutledge, famed neurosurgeon, very old money Charlestonâand her first of many clientsâwas waiting for her.
Footsteps on the hardwood floor caught her attention. A man ambled slowly around the corner, looking at the art exhibited on the walls. Lena cut a glance in his direction. He didnât fit with the suit-and-cocktail-dress crowd downstairs. His beige linen pants were slightly wrinkledâand that shabby white dress shirt. No. Just no. His dark blond hair was long and tied in a ponytail with a length of leather. A neat beard covered his face. He leaned down, looked at a price tag and whistled. Lena smiled.
