The first book in the brand new Boudreaux series—Easy Love—is here and I get to share with you a never-seen-before excerpt!! This book can be read as a standalone novel. ♥
Eli Boudreaux’s family has built ships and boats in Louisiana for generations. He comes from a hardworking, wealthy family and his empire is growing by leaps and bounds. At thirty, he is the youngest CEO to ever head Bayou Enterprises, co-chairing with his eldest brother. His head for business and his no-nonsense work ethic is also quickly making him the best the company has seen in generations. His staff admires him, women adore him and Eli’s family is solid. But he’s recently discovered that someone on the inside of his business is stealing from him and he’s determined to find out who.
Kate O’Shaughnessy is hired by companies all over the world to slip inside and investigate every member of the organization from the CEO down to the custodial staff to find the person or persons responsible for embezzling. She’s excellent at blending, becoming part of the team, and finding the weakest link. She’s smart, quick-witted, and she’s now been hired by Bayou Enterprises, specifically Eli Boudreaux. The attraction is immediate and the chemistry is off the charts, but Kate has heard all about Eli’s playboy past and she has a job to do. Sleeping with the boss isn’t a part of that job, even if just the sound of her name rolling off that Cajun tongue and the way he fills out a designer suit does make her sweat.
Eli’s southern charms surprise Kate. The man whose reputation labels him as a ruthless, callous womanizer is not the man she’s coming to know intimately. He’s generous, protective and makes her smile. Cracking through Kate’s cool, reserved demeanor and discovering her love of sexy, expensive lingerie is a challenge Eli can’t resist, but her sweet nature, love of family and sense of humor pull at him in ways no one else ever has.
But when the person responsible for trying to single-handedly dismantle Eli’s empire comes to light, and it’s time for Kate to move on, to what lengths will Eli go to keep the woman he’s fallen in love with by his side?
Kate answers her door and I just about swallow my tongue at the sight of her. Her hair has been swept up onto her head, with soft wavy strands hanging around her face. She’s in a silk black tank top that flows from the tops of her breasts to her waist, and white capris pants.
And the sexiest strappy black heels I’ve ever f*cking seen.
She’s safe from me. No messing with her.
“Right the first time,” I reply and offer her a smile. I seem to smile at this woman a lot.
“What are you doing here?”
“I told you I’d take you to Declan’s gig tonight.” I raise a brow as she bites her lip and winces. “Problem?”
“I kind of figured that offer was off the table. Especially after—”
“After what?” She glances down at my chest and her eyes dilate. Oh, she’s interested all right. The chemistry is off the charts.
“After you kissed me.” Her eyes return to mine, and she tilts her chin up defiantly. She’s not going to back down and get shy, or play coy.
“I don’t play games, cher.” She frowns slightly at the nickname.
“What does that mean?”
“It means that I won’t kiss you and then ignore you.”
“No, cher. What does it mean?”
I grin and skim the tip of my finger down her nose. I can’t seem to keep my hands off this woman. So much for not playing games.
Jesus, get it together, Boudreaux.
“It’s a Creole term that means dear or darling. Are we going to stand in your doorway all night?”
She shakes her head and steps back, allowing me to pass. The place already smells like her, like honey.
“You really don’t have to take me. Declan texted me with the address. According to my Google Maps app, it’s not far.”
“You shouldn’t be walking around the Quarter after dark by yourself. You don’t know your way around, and anything could happen. Besides, his club is on Bourbon. You’re not walking down Bourbon looking like that.”
“Looking like what?” she demands and props her hands on her hips, making her shirt lift just an inch, giving me a glimpse of creamy white skin.
“Like a walking wet dream,” I mutter and shove my hand through my hair.
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