Praise for Natalie Anderson:
âNatalie Anderson is one of the most exciting voices in steamy romantic fiction writing today. Sassy, witty and emotional, her Modern Heat are in a class of their ownâ¦an extraordinary new talent who can blend passion, drama, humour and emotion in one unforgettable read!â
âCataromance
âMISTRESS UNDER CONTRACT is a fantastic contemporary romance full of intense emotions, funny moments, blazing sexual tension and moving romance; donât miss it!â
âPink Heart Society
âNatalie Andersonâs HIS MISTRESS BY ARRANGEMENT is a charming romance of childhood friends reconnecting. Itâs both fun and flirty, and conveys the wonderful feeling of finding someone you can truly be yourself with.â
âRomantic Times BOOKreviews
Jared James was badâbad-mannered, bad-tempered, badly behaved and bad for her.
He picked up her hand. Immediately she tried to pull it away, but his grip became lethal and she stopped trying to resist. His hold instantly softened, but he didnât let go, instead pulling so her wrist crossed the armrest and he could study her fingers more closely.
Her erratic breathing stopped altogether. Her skin sizzled where it was in contact with his.
âI donât believe these pretty hands have ever known hard work.â He turned her hand over and the index finger of his free hand made circles in the centre of her palm.
It tickled, and she wanted to pull it away, but at the same timeâ¦at the same timeâ¦the rest of her started toâ
Want.
A smile softened his mouth. The kind of smile that heâd never turned on her beforeâone that both tempted and made her nervous. It deepened, becoming the kind of smile that would have a woman on a bed and spread in seconds.
Oh, no. She couldnât let him do thisâshe couldnât fall again just like thatâ¦
Possibly the only librarian who got told off herself for talking too much, Natalie Anderson decided writing books might be more fun than shelving themâand, boy, is it that! Especially writing romanceâitâs the realisation of a lifetime dream kick-started by many an afternoon spent devouring Grandmaâs Mills & Boon>®â¦
She lives in New Zealand, with her husband and four gorgeous-but-exhausting children. Swing by her website any timeâsheâd love to hear from you: www.natalie-anderson.com
Hot Boss,
Boardroom Mistress
by
I still canât believe Iâve been fortunate enough
to have one story published, let alone getting to thisâmy tenth title. But my real luck was when a certain editor pulled my manuscript out of the pile and saw something she could develop.
So, to the hugely supportive Sally: for all your help
and effort, I cannot thank you enough.
AMANDA snatched a second to glance up, checking the manufacturerâs plate detailing the date and location of construction, on the upper inside of the door frame. Yes, it was real, it had been built in a proper factory and fingers crossed it wouldnât fall out of the sky with her in it. Only once sheâd scanned it did she step over and onto the plane. Sheâd never board without seeing that little rectangle of metal with its punched-in lettering first.
Ritual reassurance achieved, her gaze dropped again, right to the floor, thus avoiding the censorious glares of the air stewards as they grimly gestured to her seat. She knew they were cross, had heard the huffing and puffing from the internal phone system. Taking two steps down the narrow aisle she could feel the equally burning glares of the passengersâhaving held them up for a full five minutes. Not that long in the grand scheme of things, but seemingly an eternity for plane passengers. She could hear their murmurs of grumbling discontent.
Too bad. She tilted her chin and tried harder to ignore them. This had been an emergencyâtoo many people were counting on her. Thank heavens for her old university buddy Kathryn whoâd got her onto the flight last minute and managed to get the ground staff to hold the plane for her as sheâd sprinted down the corridor. One second later and that door would have been shut. And if she hadnât got this, the last flight out today, she might not have made it back to Auckland tomorrow in time for the meeting. The risk of fog in the early morning was too great. So sheâd made the hour drive from Ashburton to Christchurch in record-breaking timeâjust keeping within the legal speed limitsâand then Kathryn had worked her magic.
Without so much as a glance at the person occupying the window seat next to her aisle one, she pushed her laptop bag into the stowage compartment in front of her feet. Sheâd get it out again as soon as they had levelled out and get to work. The flight was only a little over an hour but every minute counted. This pitch had to be perfectâthe company needed the business to stay afloat and she needed to keep her job. Money matteredâand yes, it was a life and death thing.
She snapped together her safety belt; the plane was already taxiing down the runway and the stewards were quickly covering the mandatory safety basics. She could just about recite the phrases with themâhaving made this trip too many times in the last two months. It was only then that she noticed that she was seated in the small business class section. She hadnât travelled in this exclusive section of a plane in years.