Tempting the CEO

Tempting the CEO

by Angela Claire

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ISBN-13: 9781633750852
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 09/29/2014
Series: Sleeping with the Enemy , #1
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 140
Sales rank: 25,585
File size: 992 KB

About the Author

Angela Claire, like most writers, grew up loving to read, which led to a degree in English literature, which in turn led to unemployment. Sadly, not having been born to wealth, Angela was forced to develop a more practical plan for eating and paying her rent—hence the dreaded and expected descent into law school and inevitable career as a lawyer. In no time she had gotten rid of her pesky yet massive student loans and was sacking away funds for her hoped escape from the law profession one day. Surprisingly difficult to escape from, the law did allow her abundant time for daydreaming in boardrooms and writing down story ideas while pretending to draft contracts. Now a multi-published author, she does what she loves, free of debt, but with a little less leeway on the eating and paying rent thing. She lives in the Midwest with her very indulgent husband and two sons.

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Tempting the CEO


By Angela Claire, Marie Loggia-Kee

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2014 Angela Claire
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-63375-085-2


CHAPTER 1

I was pretty sure the guy in the hotel suite next to mine hadn't been upgraded. He belonged on this penthouse floor. The dark blue suit he wore was tailored, fitting his broad shoulders and long legs precisely, not a seam or pleat out of place. As for me, I'd checked in after an endless drafting session and benefited from a midnight-shift clerk who was eager to please me. Although I'm sure I looked like a wreck — my blonde hair was like straw after a day of pulling it out to stem my frustration at the arrogance of New York lawyers — the clerk was very friendly, and before I knew it I'd scored a lavish penthouse suite when my Midwestern law firm would only foot the bill for an economy double.

But the guy in the suite next to mine had to be paying for it with a suit like that. He turned in my direction, pulling his door shut, and I saw that money wasn't the only thing he had going for him. The guy was gorgeous. Six feet three at least, with black hair. The only indication of the lateness of the hour was the slight shadow on his steely jaw. Otherwise, he looked as fresh as if he were stepping into a morning meeting.

Since I didn't — naked and wrapped in a towel as I was — I ducked quickly back into the alcove with the ice machine. In my defense, I didn't expect anybody to be around at this time of night in the two minutes it took to shoot down the hall for ice. I hoped he hadn't seen me.

No such luck, though. I'd barely put the bucket under the chute when I looked up and found Gorgeous Guy standing right in front of me.

He smiled and my heart beat a little faster.

Whoa. He was even better looking when he smiled.

"Sorry. I couldn't see a girl in a towel dart out of the way as soon as I spotted her and not come to investigate."

"Oh. Yeah, well, I took a chance nobody would be around. I guess I lost."

"And I won. But I didn't mean to embarrass you. I've got to ask, though. Why the towel? Why didn't you put on one of the robes in the closet?"

"My suite didn't have one."

"I'll have to leave Housekeeping a nice tip to thank them for that."

"I was getting some ice," I said stupidly, nodding my head toward the bucket I was filling up without looking away from the eye candy.

"I think you've got enough."

My ice bucket floweth over. I yanked it away from the stream of cubes, losing a few on the carpet and kicking them under the machine.

"They can bring you ice, you know," he pointed out.

I was so truly not supposed to be on this floor.

"I didn't want to wake anybody."

Again with the smile. "I think you'll find room service is twenty-four hours in this hotel, especially for this floor."

"Of course. Yep."

Despite having a mother who could flirt as effortlessly as she could breathe, I had not inherited her knack for it. Consequently, nervous as I was, I didn't try to crack a joke or make conversation. I just stood there staring at this hottie. Which was okay, I guess, since he was staring at me, the smile a little dimmed as his eyes dipped down to check me out.

I hadn't gotten my figure from my rail-thin mother, either. She was a former model, and when I filled out in my teens, I couldn't have been more relieved. Among other things, it saved me from having dear old Mom shove me out onto the runway, breasts not being conducive to Paris fashions. But these days, my curves were a little more trouble than they were worth, and usually I wore a suit jacket and sturdy bra to disguise them.

A towel wasn't much of a disguise, and they strained against the white cotton in all their glory.

It was still kind of rude of him to look so blatantly. Sexy as hell, but rude.

The feminist in me wanted to tell him, "Eyes up here," but I was in a towel and he was, well, human ... and a guy. I guess I couldn't exactly be surprised. Although what was it with guys and breasts anyway? They were like true north to a compass. Would I check out a guy's package like that? I took a quick glance down.

Well, maybe, but that was beside the point. And his pants weren't that tailored.

In any case, the feminist in me had been pounded down by hours of concentrating on merger contract minutiae. I just wanted to take a hot bubble bath and paint my toenails or do something equally girlie. Like maybe hook up with my gorgeous overnight next-door neighbor who, notwithstanding how his sex parts might stack up, was yummy from everything else I could get a look at.

Sadly, that wasn't going to happen. Not my style. Spontaneous wild fun and all. And I had a meeting to get to in the morning.

I'd have to settle for a bubble bath.

Adopting as formal a manner as I could in a towel, I brushed past him to get back to my room. "Have a good night."

I carried it off pretty well if I do say so myself — shoulders back, nose in the air, ice bucket held against my chest like a shield — right up until I slipped my key card into the door lock and it blinked red.

Red.

Uh-oh. I tried again. Nothing. I turned the card the other way and swiped it a few more times as if that would help.

What is it they say about insanity? It's doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. Sometimes I felt that way about my whole life.

"Those things are finicky," a deep voice said behind me. "They can get demagnetized."

It was hard to carry off the nose-in-the-air thing at this point. This was so what I didn't need. In a towel with the hottie right behind me.

"Do you want to use my room phone to call the front desk?"

I sighed, shaking my head. "No thanks. I'll go down there."

"Good idea. That way a whole bunch of guys, everybody at the lobby bar, will see you in a towel instead of just me and whoever they send up with the new key."

I turned around, prepared to do battle — hey, that was what I did, whether I was paid for it or not — but the logic of his argument deflated me as he stood there all innocent.

"You're right. Thanks. But I don't want to hold you up. You were going out." I gestured with the arm that wasn't holding the ice bucket and keeping the towel secure.

He slipped an iPhone out of his pocket and tapped away. "I was planning to meet my lawyer in the bar to be debriefed on some meetings, but I didn't want to anyway. There. Done." The cell went back in his pocket. "I'd rather help a damsel in distress."

I considered asking to borrow his cell and avoid going to his room, but he was already walking down the hall and sliding a card key into his door, which magically unlocked, like it was supposed to. He held it open, beckoning me, and I didn't want to look paranoid.

A peek inside his suite showed it was even fancier than mine with a mirrored bar, floor-to-ceiling windows and plush leather sofas. I must have the junior digs or something. Maybe that was why I didn't get a robe. He shrugged out of his jacket, laying it on a chair by the door. He loosened his tie, too.

I stood in the foyer, a faint sense of unease rearing its head. I may be in a towel, but no need for him to go undressing.

"Phone's right there," he said.

Once I gave my room number and explained to the hotel operator that I was locked out, she told me she'd send somebody up, warning that it was a shift change and might take a few minutes.

I hung up, tightening my towel, and his eyes followed the movement.

"Thanks for the use of the phone."

"Sure. I don't bite if you want to sit down. Have a drink while you wait."

"I want to be outside when they come up."

Besides, I wasn't sure I could sit down without flashing him.

He didn't close the door behind me as I went to take my post and I was grateful for it when he poked his head out a few minutes later and called down, "Not here yet?"

"Shift change, I guess." I set the ice bucket on the carpet. "Can I come to your room for a minute though?"

"Couldn't resist my charm?" he asked as I hurried past him.

"No. I have to use the bathroom."

"You're not very good for my ego," he said, pointing the way.

When I came out, the door to the hallway was still open. "Nobody yet. I've been watching."

I was beginning to feel as if fate were conspiring against me, or with me. Tie off, shirt open, black hair ruffled, my neighbor was getting comfortable for the night, and it didn't take much imagination to picture myself getting comfy with him. Since I was already undressed and everything.

Reflexively, I tightened my towel again.

"You know doing that makes me focus on how I wish it would drop, right? I doubt that's what you're trying for, but hope springs eternal."

He took two beers out of his minibar, smiling slightly, and popped one open, kicking off his shoes. "Don't worry. If your cold shoulder at the ice machine didn't do it, the doe-in-the-headlights look you're giving me now would."

"Doe in the headlights?"

I'd been called a shark before, but a doe? And as for my towel dropping, even if I wanted to take my malfunctioning card key as a sign and throw caution to the wind — which I didn't, I reminded myself firmly — I'd been in a sweaty law firm conference room all day and hadn't cleaned up yet. I was getting ready to when I went for the ice. In the shape I was in, I probably smelled and wasn't fit for a hookup with a guy like this. But though I may not be good with flirting, even I knew not to mention my own body odor to a guy.

"I think I've been insulted," I muttered instead.

"Yeah, you're right. Doe doesn't capture it. It's more of a frosty aura." He took a swig of his beer. "Anyway, I get the message. When a guy has a horrible day and a beautiful girl runs by him in a towel and gets locked out of the room next door ... sure, he might think things were looking up. But when he gets the brush-off, he realizes it's part of the universe's plan to torture him."

I finally laughed, unable to help myself. My mouth, wide enough as it was in idling mode, stretched from ear to ear. My mom had always tried to get me to perfect a more subtle smile, as she called it, more ladylike, more mysterious. Fuck that. After the day I had, it felt wonderful to grin for real and not just to drive the knife in when I was making a killer point for my client.

It really was a ridiculous situation — the towel, the hot guy, my not having been laid in longer than I can remember, and his looking like he could get a woman any time he crooked his little finger but acting like he was crushed by my "brush-off."

"I'll give in to your charm and hang out here until I'm forced to go downstairs and get the key myself."

I shook my head no at his wordless offer of the other beer and risked perching on one of the barstools, relieved to see that all my appropriate parts were still covered by fluffy white.

He took the seat next to me. "I'm flattered. How old are you?"

"Twenty-seven." I was never going to be one of those women who lied about her age. At least until I was thirty.

"No hookups with strange guys in the hotel room next to you? Which you have to know," he added quickly, "was what I or any other dumb jerk would be hoping for in this situation."

"No comment."

He nodded at the beer. "And no drinking either, huh? You're way too serious for twenty-seven."

"So they tell me. And I do drink, but not beer. Why? How old are you?"

"Older."

"What was so bad about your day?"

"You keep giving me the brush-off."

I laughed again and he shook his head. "No. It was nothing. Business. Whatever."

He seemed about to say something else, taking another sip of beer instead, and I prompted, "You don't seem like the kind of guy who would let business get you that down."

He shrugged, running a thumb along the condensation on the can. "Just a kid I know. Not doing too well."

"Sick?"

"Kind of."

Which was my cue to stop prying.

He passed a hand over his face, as if wiping whatever was bothering him away, and I thought we could probably both do with some relaxation. Some fun.

The fantasy was more dangerous than when we'd exchanged a word or two in the corridor. I could feel the towel slipping. Not for real. In my mind. I could imagine his hand sliding under it, cool and sure on my inner thigh.

Parting my legs ...

"What about you?" he asked. "How was your day?"

I jerked myself back to the moment and thought of the stuffy conference room and all those high-priced obnoxious lawyers. "Worse than yours, I bet."

He paused. "It could get better for both of us."

His eyes were a deep blue, darker than his tailored suit. It was hard to look away from them.

"So I've been dying to ask you." His voice had a little hitch in it but he kept his hands to himself. "Were you about to take a shower or something when you went for the ice?"

I put a hand self-consciously up to my half-undone ponytail. "Yes. I'm a mess."

He scanned me from head to toe, and I felt it along every inch. "If this is how you look when you're a mess, I'd love to see you when you're all cleaned up."

A shiver ran through me.

"On the other hand," he added, in a low chuckle, "sometimes I like it dirty."

That proposition went right to my tender bits. I swallowed hard, and he set his beer down on the counter, edging a little closer.

Right as I heard a grumble in the hallway outside. "What lady? I don't see no lady."

I scrambled off the stool. "Hey!"

Gray-haired and with a complexion that spoke of something harder than beer, a handyman stood at my door, adjusting his tool belt. Doing a double take at my towel, he was gentleman enough not to make some crass remark. "Your door's stuck, miss?"

"Stuck? No, the key didn't work."

"They said it was stuck."

"You're not going to have to go back downstairs to get my key, are you?"

He glanced over at Gorgeous Guy leaning against his doorjamb. "Not unless you want me to."

"I do," my neighbor called, getting a laugh from the handyman.

"I bet you do." He produced a card key and thankfully waved it through to a green, opening the door to my suite. "I brought an extra key for when I got it unstuck." He handed it to me.

"Thanks."

"For nothing," Gorgeous Guy added, as the man went by him and responded with a comment too low for me to hear, and they both laughed. A male bonding moment before he headed back to the elevator.

I stooped to pick up the ice bucket, its contents watery now. My neighbor really had been sweet. And hot. And sexy.

He was still standing there, waiting in his open doorway as I stood in mine.

"Go ahead," he taunted. "Make my day."

I felt more lighthearted from the last few minutes with him than I had in a long while, and because of it he didn't seem like so much of a stranger now. Things were looking up. If I'd let them. Maybe it was time to "stop the insanity" and do things a little differently.

"I'll take a quick shower and pop back for that drink," I called down to him.

Hell, I was entitled to a little fun, wasn't I?

I closed my door and dropped the towel.

If I was really going to do this, I should consult my best friend, Cassie, who knew all about the proper etiquette of hooking up. I grabbed my cell, tempted to call her, but she'd keep me on the phone too long. So instead I texted: Gorgeous guy next door asked me into his suite for a drink. What do you think I should do?

Cassie texted back right away, Go, you idiot! At least she put a smiley face at the end to soften her real point, which was that I was a little slow on the uptake when it came to situations with men.

Don't worry. I'm going, I responded.

A series of short back-and-forths, full of instructions from Cassie like "Go commando" and "Do not swallow," convinced me yet again that she had a PhD in the subject of sex and I no more than a GED. I decided to ignore most of the advice. You had to learn to walk before you could run and all that.

Her final text reminded me of a rule I always made her follow. To send a picture of the guy so he would realize that somebody knew who he was and that she was with him. Not that every guy was a serial killer. But there was that one in however many millions.


(Continues...)

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Tempting the CEO (a Sleeping With The Enemy novella) 3.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 22 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
## TERRIBLE. Don't waste your time. 65 pages. I read this in an hour. It wasn't even the shortness of this book that bothered me. It was the characters. Ugh. I couldn't stand them. I love that the heroine was highly educated and sucessful. But she was such a witch, I couldn't see this rich, gorgeous CEO chasing after her. And this guy didn't care about her except for her breasts and getting into her pants. Then there was this tiny (minuscule) side story of a boy with a drug problem which was bizarre because it went nowhere. Even the ending sucked. Skip this one, I wish I had.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fun story & good steamy love scenes
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved these two together
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thoroughly enjoyed it - Angela Claire has done it again!
grandmareads102 More than 1 year ago
Lawyer Angie O'Hare had a rough day. She's tired. All she wants is to relax in her luxurious penthouse suite. No such luck. Things go from bad to worse when she locked out of her room clad only in a towel. Luckily a sexy man in the next room helps. One thing leads to another and they spend the night together. What happens when she finds that her bedmate was Jed Worth, CEO of Worth Industries. He's buying her client's company. Talk about a conflict of interests. This story is pure romance. I loved Angie and Jed. He's determined to keep her in his life even though she wants him gone. Their battles are humorous and very passionate. The dialogue is lively and the others in the story add to the fun. I enjoyed Angela Claire's characters, her writing style and her humor. This novella was fast paced and nicely told. I finished with a smile on my face.
Mennina1 More than 1 year ago
Angie is at a business meeting out of town. She is negotiating a contract for her client. She gets back to the hotel and is upgraded to a fancy room, then gets caught in the hallway in her towel by the sexiest guy down the hall. Little did she know that it would turn into a night of passion and she leaves thinking she will never see the guy again. The next day she goes to her negotiation and who walks in but the Jeb Worth, the owner of the company offering to make her client a deal and her last nights one night stand. Angie is floored. She doesn't mix business with pleasure so Jeb takes over and seals the deal. Cute book. I was provided a copy of this book for my honest review.
kimberlyfaye More than 1 year ago
Entangled's Brazen line is my go-to when I need a short novel with little angst, high stakes and hot and steamy sexy times. I wish I could say Tempting the CEO fit the bill, but it really didn't. I didn't click with this story or the characters and, unfortunately, I found the whole story a bit bland.  I loved the idea of this book. The meet cute was perfect – heroine stranded in a hotel hallway in just a towel, rescued by smoking hot next-door neighbor. Sexy times ensue. Then there's a big character reveal in which they learn they work together. It's not an entirely unique idea, but it's a trope I enjoy so I thought it would make for a fun read. I just found it to be too short, with two little character development, and if I'm being perfectly honest, too little steam. It didn't have that special something the other Brazens I've read have. An important part of Brazens, for me anyhow, is the hotness factor. I didn't get that here. I didn't really feel the chemistry between Jed and Angie at all.  The good news is this was a quick read. It was easily devourable in one sitting. I think I personally would have liked it more had it been a little longer and had I had a chance to learn more about Jed and Angie.  I received a copy of this book from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
bouncyberthaCR More than 1 year ago
2 - "A whiff of you-know-what." Stars. Tempting the CEO is the first work I have read by Angela Claire, it is a quick read that unfortunately left me frustrated, and totally unsatisfied at its end.  ”Don’t expect acrobatics in bed,” … “I’m a strictly meat-and-potatoes guy.” I am usually a massive fan of the Brazen Novella, but the elements that make me normally love them just weren't in this one.  · The sex lacked build-up, depth and description.  · Angie and the 1st person, in her perspective felt stilted and a little juvenile at points. · I liked Jed, but I felt zero connection between them at any point in the book. · Having both of their mothers in the story seemed to take up pages that could have been better used giving them better sex and chemistry together. This is a book that has the potential to be really good, hence my frustration at its end, if it was reworked and the 1st person taken out completely I think it has the ‘meat-and-potatoes’ in its foundation, to give it the emotional depth and development for both the H/h that it is lacking right now. ARC generously provided by Entangled in exchange for the above honest review.
IreneC More than 1 year ago
2.5 stars  Tempting the CEO was an ok read. I struggled to connect with the characters, I didn't think they had much going on other than hot sex. Didn't feel the chemistry =/ The best part of the book imo was the epilogue.
rabidreaderSR More than 1 year ago
I liked it and I will read more from this author. I didn't love the first person voice. I prefer when I am in both characters head and invested in them equally. I had no connection with our hero, Jed at all. And even what I had with Angie was pretty fleeting. The sex was also more vague and sweet? Unlike what I expect from a Brazen read. Instead of this being a hot read, it was a sweet read. Yet something about the story tugged at me and I found myself grinning a few times. It was a pretty quick read, and I did feel good at the end. But overall I just needed more connection. especially for the love scenes.
mysticrosetiger More than 1 year ago
This book is a great read. Angie and Jed story is love can smack you in the face when you least expect it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Cute
aprilrenee1976 More than 1 year ago
just find this to be a snooze worthy effort ****A gifted copy was provided by the publisher for an honest review**** Story is about Angie who meets Jed when she is locked out of her hotel only in a towel . He offers her assistance and they go into his penthouse and they end up having a night of red hot sex and the next morning Angie is back in order and she is back to being the lawyer and she shows up for her meeting and when she walks in and goes for her meeting, there she meets—the lover from the night before, Jed Worth, CEO of Worth Industries. The story just lacked staying power. I couldn’t keep my interest in the story and wasn’t sure what the “conflict “was. Jed was a flirt and Angie seemed very uptight. That is about all I can tell you. I ended up having to quit reading this story 75 % of the way because the story lagged.  I will say the sex in the story was written well but the conflict was snooze worthy. I think there needed to be more than 140 pages to this story which would have helped this story a lot more.  I really wanted to like this story and I loved the title of the story but overall, just had to give up. Would be willing to try this author again because I think the shortness of the story is what caused the problems. My rating: 2.75 stars **
SummerSnowFalls More than 1 year ago
Hardworking, straight-laced attorney Angie O’Hare is in New York City on business. She’s had a trying day dealing with belligerent and condescending opposing counsel and all she wants to do is relax in her hotel room. But she soon finds herself locked out of her room in nothing but a towel and face to face with the gorgeous guy across the hall. Throwing caution to the wind, Angie accepts his invitation to join him for a night of wild and abandoned passion. The next morning, Angie sneaks out to avoid the awkward morning after chit-chat, but when she gets to the conference room, she is once again faced with the gorgeous guy from last night – Jed Worth, owner of Worth Industries and client of the opposing counsel! The trouble with novellas is that writers do not have enough space to draw out plot lines or properly develop characters and as a result the readers rarely have time to connect with the characters or see the plot through to a satisfying conclusion. That was the problem here too. While I enjoyed Angie and Jed’s characters, it was the superficial “oh, these people are fun” type of enjoyment that you get from a first impression rather than from spending any length of time getting to know the characters through their subsequent words and actions as the plot progresses. Angie is very intelligent and a little high-strung – a typical female attorney who is sadly overlooked in a male-dominated profession. Jed is a relentless go-getter who doesn’t let obstacles stand in his way when he wants something. Their night together is steamy and makes for an enjoyable afternoon read. Just wish it could have been longer! Originally posted at Plot Twist Reviews [dot] Com I received this book for free from the Publisher in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A little too short....but an enjoyable read.
Anlenhart1 More than 1 year ago
Layla is a lingerie design from the US, who has traveled to Rome for fashion week in hopes of meeting the House of Borhlenghi. Giorgio is the head of Borhlenghi corperation and wants to continue his father's practice of only working with Italians. Fortunately Giorgio has 3 sisters that have fallen in love Layla's swimwear and undies and try to change their brothers mind. Layla and Giorgio are attracted to each other and eventually they find their way to a happy ending.  I enjoyed the female characters in this novel, but found some of the plot points a little hard to believe. For example, Layla is  able to rent a villa next to  wealthy family during fashion week.  I found it hard to connect to the male lead Giorgio, because he is feels he has to make all the major decsions for his family business even though his sisters have a large stake in the business,  I was given a free copy for an honest review
Lori-Gonzo More than 1 year ago
Tempting the CEO is a quick fun hot read.  Angie was a riot, loved her wittiness.  Jed was a smoking hot take charge kind of man.  I loved their instant attraction and the way in which he pursued her.  Even though it is a novella, the story flowed very nicely.  I do wish that it would have been a little longer because the characters were interesting and I would have liked to have gotten to know them a little better.  Still a very enjoyable read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Sweet and sexy with witty dialogue and likeable characters. Very quick read- getting to see Angie and Jed together in a longer story would be fun!
ReadYourWrites More than 1 year ago
Reviewed for Read Your Writes Book Reviews by Kim Entangled’s Brazen line is known for its hot sexy heroes and sex scenes requiring a shower or two to cool off. While I liked Tempting the CEO, it doesn’t live up to the Brazens I've read in the past. There are love scenes but they aren’t Brazen worthy. Tempting the CEO is told in first person from the viewpoint of Angie O’Hare. Angie is an attorney from Detroit who is in New York City to broker the sell of her client’s business to Worth Industries. Jed Worth is the CEO of Worth Industries who arrives in NYC to help with the purchase of another company, since it appears the other companies’ attorney is making things harder than necessary. It’s midnight and Jed arrives at his hotel room to find a beautiful woman in a towel at the ice machine. As luck would have it, the beautiful woman (Angie) gets locked out her hotel room and Jed offers to let her stay in his room, until someone can come up to let her back into her room. The two start to flirt and flirting leads to more. To both of their surprise, the next morning, they discover they are on opposing sides of the purchase negotiations. I really liked Angie and Jed as characters, but I would have liked to have known a little bit more about them. Some would say that Jake was an alpha, I just saw him as being arrogant; which apparently I find attractive. Angie, for her part, tries really hard to not be her mother so that affects how she comes across to people. Again, a little more background would have been nice. Tempting the CEO is the start of the Sleeping with the Enemy Series. For me, there wasn’t a character standing out that made me want to read their story. In fact, only stupid Bob (Jed’s attorney) and Cassie (Angie’s best friend) were mentioned as secondary characters. Rating: 3.5 **Received a copy from Entangled Publishing in exchange for an honest unbiased review.**
ljtljtljt More than 1 year ago
Tempting the CEO is a a fun and pleasant novella. It is the story of attorney Angie O'Hare from Detroit, and Jed Worth, CEO of Worth Industries. They are both in New York City on business and evolve a one night stand into a happily ever after. The opening of this story was hot and amusing. Angie and Jed are staying on the penthouse level of a very posh hotel in New York City. Angie was upgraded to the top level, while Jed is always in the most luxurious suite of them all. After a long day of grueling contract negotiations, all Angie can think about is taking a long, hot bath. Realizing she needs some ice before she soaks, Angie quietly sprints to the ice machine in only a towel. Jed's suite door is slightly ajar and he can't help but notice her, especially when she tries to get back into her room and her key card doesn't work. Jed, always the gorgeous and gracious gentleman, offers to help her out. As a result, they share an attraction, champagne and an amazing night of mind-blowing sex. I liked both characters and enjoyed their witty banter. However, the story itself was quite bumpy and lacked continuity between scenes and chapters. Thus, the pace did not flow and I felt lost at times. Overall a so-so read. Complimentary copy provided by the publisher.
JaneyC More than 1 year ago
*Yawn*.. Angelina O'Hare had spent an exhausting day negotiating a contract on behalf of a client, and it was destined to drag on a few days more yet. All she needed, when she got back to the hotel, was a long soak and a glass of something cold. Whilst slipping out of her room to grab some ice wrapped only in a towel, her hotel door shut and wouldn't re-open. Not to worry, her gorgeous neighbour was privy to her predicament, and following a flirty exchange, offered to assist her. Jed Worth had also had a testing day, and envisaged it greatly improving when he found the towel wrapped damsel. After a little teasing, and feeling rebuffed, Jed suggested a little meet up later on, and hoped he could help to change her mind. This was a very short story that I struggled to gain a connection to. The story was over familiar, and offered nothing new to me. The character development was superficial, which contributed towards my non investment in the story. The steam factor was tepid to say the least, and not what I would expect from a Brazen publication. :-( ARC generously provided by entangled publishing in exchange for an honest review..