Wanted: Personal Buffer
Often snarly, workaholic executive seeks “buffer” from annoying outside distractions AKA people. Free spirits with personal boundary issues, excessive quirks, or general squeamishness need not apply. Salary negotiable. Confidentiality required.
Workaholic billionaire Sawyer Carlyle may have joked he needed a buffer from their marriage-obsessed mom, but he didn’t need a waiting room filled with candidates to further distract him. (Thanks, bro.) But when a sexy job applicant shooes his mom and the socialite in tow out of his office, Sawyer sees the genius of the plan. And the woman. In fact, Miss Clover Lee might just get the fastest promotion in history, from buffer to fake fiancé...
This free-spirit might look like hot sunshine and lickable rainbows, but she negotiates like a pitbull. Before Sawyer knows what hit him, he’s agreed to give up Friday nights for reality tv, his Saturdays for flea markets (why buy junk still baffles him), his Tuesdays and Thursdays for date nights (aka panty-losing opportunities if he plays his cards right). And now she wants lavender bath salts and tulips delivered every Monday?
Yup, she’s just screwing with him. Good thing she’s got this non-negotiatable six-weeks-and-she’s-gone rule or Sawyer may have just met his match.
Each book in the Harbor City series is STANDALONE
* The Negotiator
* The Charmer
* The Schemer
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By Avery Flynn, Liz Pelletier
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"I'm going to kill you, Hudson. Slowly. With a spoon."
Sawyer Carlyle paced the five feet between his desk and the seating area in his office at the top floor of Carlyle Tower. Usually his office was his sanctuary with its cool, crisp, modern furniture and floor-to- ceiling windows that overlooked Harbor City, but today it was his hiding place.
When his executive secretary Amara Grant had buzzed him about the first mystery job candidate, he'd been confused. By the time the tenth had arrived, he knew his brother had set him up.
"You can't kill me. And you'd better stop quoting shit movies or I'll tell the world you enjoy chick flicks," Hudson said, his laughter coming through loud and clear on the speaker phone. "Anyway, you need me. I'm the only person who can distract Mom from her mission."
Oh yes. Operation Marry Sawyer Off. Helene Carlyle had come out of a three-year mourning period for their father with one thing — and only one thing — on her mind: finding the perfect wife for her eldest son. How Hudson had managed to miss out on all the fun was beyond Sawyer, but Mom had doubled down on her firstborn. So far all of the candidates had been slightly different versions of the same person. Old money. No personality. Always said the right things and played the Harbor City high society game. Plus, each of them had that strained, slightly pained look of someone forever holding in a fart. It was all the fake shit that Sawyer really didn't have time for if he was going to keep Carlyle Enterprises growing while the international construction boom imploded.
He stopped in front of his desk, the ridiculous ad Hudson had sent out everywhere was open on his computer screen.
WANTED: PERSONAL BUFFER
Often snarly, workaholic, demanding executive seeks short-term "buffer" from annoying outside distractions AKA people. Free spirits with personal boundary issues, excessive quirks, or general squeamishness need not apply. 24/7 avail req'd. Salary negotiable. Confidentiality required.
Snarly. Workaholic. Demanding. So what? He was who he was and he wasn't about to apologize for it.
Sawyer drummed his fingers on the top of his desk, empty of a single item except his computer monitor, wireless mouse, and the phone. "This damn ad is a joke."
"Still, you have an entire anteroom full of candidates I've already pre-screened to not cry at your first snarl, so stop your bitching."
Sawyer wasn't "grumpy." He was busy. Did no one understand the difference?
He pivoted and stared out the windows at the expansive view. He could point out the Carlyle Enterprises' high-rises with barely a glance. It was the same in cities all over the globe. Their father, Michael, had made his mark, and now it was up to Sawyer not to tarnish the old man's memory. In today's market that was no easy feat, and it hadn't been one he'd expected to take on quite so soon.
At thirty-two, he was the youngest Carlyle to ever head the family business founded four generations before. He'd trade that distinction for having his dad back in a heartbeat. "I never asked for this."
"Actually, you did," Hudson said, misunderstanding Sawyer's declaration. "I believe it was after Mom cornered you with three potential wives at the museum fundraiser. And as all good little brothers should do in such a situation, I helped you escape, got you drunk, and then let you pour out your soul to me. You're the one who told me you needed a buffer from Mom."
The joke about a personal buffer had been funnier when Sawyer had been holding a half-empty bottle of Scotch.
"So after years of ignoring everything your big brother has ever told you in your entire life, you picked this as the one thing to pay attention to?" Sawyer shoved his fingers through his thick hair and turned back to face the phone as if Hudson could see his scowl. "All I wanted was for you to run interference and steer some of the candidates away from me and into your bed."
"Since ninety-nine percent of everything that comes out of your mouth is all about the company, the fact that I ignore most of what you say shouldn't be a shock. Anyway, I thought the ad was pretty damn funny."
"You would." His brother, the comedian.
"So what are you going to do?"
Sawyer glanced up at the closed double doors, beyond which lay Amara's domain of the outer office. "Send them home."
"Without even considering the idea of having your own buffer?" Hudson asked. "Come on. You and I both know what you'd really like is to not have to do anything but focus on the love of your life: Carlyle Enterprises."
A buffer. It was idiotic. He scared off most people just fine on his own. Well, everyone but their mother. She wasn't about to get mowed over by him or thrown off her game by his surly attitude. Helene Carlyle was every bit as used to getting her way as he was. It made for some interesting Thanksgiving dinners.
"I should make you be the one to tell the people out there that there's no job. It would serve you right."
"No such luck, big brother. I'm at the cabin."
Sawyer should have known. Hudson preferred his private cabin — which no one had ever been invited to visit — over everything. He may have an office in Carlyle Towers, but that didn't mean he used it any more than he had to. "It's a Thursday."
"Unlike you," Hudson said with a lazy drawl, "I know when to take a break and enjoy all the beauty the world has to offer."
"What's her name this time?"
"Who says there's only one?"
Sawyer laughed despite himself. His brother was set in his ways just as much as Sawyer was. "You're hopeless."
"No, I just know how to take time to smell the roses."
"That's a bad habit you'll have to give up one of these days."
"Spoken like a man who can't see the trees for the forest."
"That's supposed to go the other way around."
"Not in your case."
So what if he was a big-picture man? That big picture wasn't just the best view, it was the only view that mattered. "Hudson, you're a pain in my ass."
"Right back at you. Good luck tonight."
An itchy dread about something he almost remembered scratched the back of his neck. He swiped right on his monitor and his calendar popped up. Below the notes about the Singapore deal he was in negotiation about was a notation that the Harbor City General Gala was at eight. They were naming the hospital's new heart center after his dad. The cardiologists and surgeons had done everything they could to help save Michael Carlyle, but they hadn't been able to. They were amazing physicians and nurses, and they deserved the state-of-the-art equipment and space.
"Damn," he said, ignoring the tightness that squeezed his chest whenever he thought about his dad. "I'd blocked it out of my mind."
"Don't worry about bringing a date," Hudson teased. "I'm sure Mom will have two or three all lined up for you there."
With that final dig, his brother hung up and the sound of the dial tone filled Sawyer's office, bouncing off the unadorned metal and glass surfaces. He hit the end call button and took another look out at the city at his feet before crossing over to the door to do what needed to be done — tell everyone to go home because there was no job.
* * *
Clover Lee was in the wrong place. She had to be.
The office at the top of Carlyle Tower was filled with the kind of huge guys in dark suits who either protected you from the bad guy's muscle men or actually were the bad guy's muscle men. Their gazes had slid toward her as soon as she'd stepped off the elevator, completed a quick up and down threat assessment, and then turned away, letting identical blank looks slide into place.
Remember why you're here, girl.
Because every day was an adventure and most poor suckers were stuck on the couch with a bag of plain chips — but not her. Adventure. Romance. New places. Interesting people. Fun. Thrills. Chills. Beauty. Agony. Ecstasy. Lust. Love ... Well, not that last one — because who wants to settle down? — but give her a big old double order of the rest with extra-large fries on the side. So when she'd spotted that weird ad for a personal buffer, it was just the thing to catch her attention — and fund her next adventure.
Yes. That was exactly why she was here. Lifting her chin, she pressed forward into the sea of testosterone and intimidation to an African-American woman in a conservative black suit sitting at the only desk in the room. She didn't even bother to look up when Clover stopped in front of her desk. The nameplate on the desk read Amara Grant, Executive Assistant.
"Good morning, Ms. Grant. I'm here for the buffer interview."
"Another one?" The woman sighed, but her long fingers never missed a beat as they flew across her keyboard. "Okay, take a seat if you can find one." She motioned with her chin toward the general area of the crowded office.
Someone must have brought in extra chairs to accommodate all the warm bodies. It was the best explanation Clover could come up with for the mishmash of sturdy leather club seats and ordinary rolling office chairs lining the walls. The only available option for Clover was a chair with a purple seat squeezed between two men who each looked like they could bench press a bus.
In for a penny, in for a squashed seat.
She crossed over to the empty chair. "Excuse me," she said to the two men.
The men made noncommittal grunts but shifted over.
Quickly sitting down, she clutched her purse to her lap and took in a deep breath, while she scoped out the competition. The suits and hair color may vary from man to man, but there was a sense of sameness radiating from them — a uniform toughness. If she was trying to sneak her way past any of them to annoy Sawyer Carlyle, they'd beat her back like a fly.
While that was an awesome talent to have, it wasn't in Clover's arsenal. The initial interview with Hudson Carlyle had assured her the position was not one requiring brawn. In fact, he'd suggested a clever mind was best suited for this job. Keeping that in mind, she tried to come up with something that would make her stand out for more than just being a five-foot-five chick with a Hello Kitty tattoo on her ass. God knew her resume wasn't going to do it.
She'd done time as a snake milker — don't ask; smiled for pictures as a paid bridesmaid — bridezillas, she'd known a few; bellied up to the table as a dog food taster — think stale crackers with a funky aftertaste; learned the true benefit of good arch support as a professional line stander — always in the rain or the cold or the blazing heat; and distilled the mysteries of the universe as a fortune cookie writer. Clover had done it all to pay the bills, have some excellent adventures, and stay as far away from the small town of Sparksville as possible. However, up until a few days ago, she'd never even heard of a personal buffer.
Ideas swarmed to the forefront. She could play up her adventures as being international experiences in non-familiar surroundings. She worked well with others. She was loyal, determined and — she took a look around at the men in black, the executive secretary who looked like she pitied the fool who'd even try to fuck up her day, and the huge double doors opposite the elevator that were shut tight — totally out of her depth.
Anxiety unleashed an invisible hand that squeezed her lungs and made it hard to take in a full breath. Shit. Nothing good ever happened when she got nervous. That's when her mouth went into verbal vomit mode. She closed her eyes and took in another deep breath.
If anyone is out there listening, please let me just get through this interview. I really need this job. The clock is ticking on Australia.
The click of a door opening snapped Clover out of her mini-panic attack, and she opened her eyes.
Sawyer Carlyle stood in the middle of the open doorway to his office. Her Google image search hadn't done the man justice.
The whole package was ... wow. He was over six feet tall and muscular, enough so that the other men in the room didn't look quite as intimidating. Or maybe it was the way he held himself — so sure and borderline cocky — that made everyone else fade a little bit into the background. The sexy package was completed by a dark pair of designer glasses, slightly overly long brown hair that he brushed to the side, and a dimple right in the middle of his chin. He looked over the room, his gaze went past her and then jerked to a stop before rewinding and dropping down the necessary foot from the mountains sitting on either side to her face. One of his dark eyebrows went up over the black frame of his glasses. The corner of his full mouth curled up for a fraction of a second before melting back into a firm, straight line. His focus moved on to the man on her left and kept going.
The heat coiling in her stomach lingered long enough to practically shout: you're in danger girl! before cooling off once the intensity of his gaze had passed her by.
"Gentlemen." Sawyer paused, his attention zipping back to her. "And lady. It seems there's been some confusion —"
The elevator whooshed open at that moment, and a tall woman in her late fifties walked out as regal as any queen flanked by two women perfect enough to be on the cover of a fashion magazine. Suddenly, the elastic hair tie looped around the button of Clover's borrowed interview pants, giving them an extra inch of breathing room, became even more pathetic. One of the tall, lithe model-types stood inside the open doors, blocking them from closing. The other sashayed out into the office with the older woman.
"Sawyer, you're not putting me off again," the obvious ring leader said, her cultured tone sounding of exclusive clubs and vacations in the Hamptons. "We have lunch scheduled at Filipe's. I'm sure whatever you have planned can wait. You can't take over the world on an empty stomach, after all."
He sighed. "Lunch is not in my schedule."
The woman didn't give an inch. "I won't take no for an answer."
Sawyer tapped his middle finger against his thumb as he dipped his chin and rolled his head from one shoulder to the other. It was obvious he didn't want to go but for whatever reason couldn't come right out and say it.
No one moved. The other buffer candidates didn't do anything.
This was it.
If Clover was going to stand out in a good way, she needed to do it now. She stood and took several steps toward the trio of women and pasted on her best don't-fuck-with-me-and-I-won't-fuck-with-you smile.
"Excuse me, ma'am, but it's obvious Mr. Carlyle is too much of a gentleman to say outright he's not interested in a foursome with you guys and" — she dropped her voice to a stage whisper — "to be totally honest, you seem a little too old for him."
The man in question let out something that sounded like an elephant snorting while giving birth. Not that she knew what that sound was like, but it was the best her brain came up with for translating the half-pained, half-surprised noise with a little bit of laughter mixed in. Pushing back the thought, she kept her attention on the older woman who'd turned her ice-cold glare toward Clover.
"So please let me be clear," Clover continued. "You don't build a company of Carlyle Enterprise's prestige by spending your days dallying with women more likely to cry over the loss of a nail than flooding in the Yangtze River, so shoo before I call security. Mr. Carlyle's schedule is jam-packed today, but do call ahead next time you want to 'do lunch.'" "And who exactly do you think you are?" the other woman asked, each word enunciated with crisp, clinical disapproval.
"Just exactly who I am." She smiled with as much warmth as the other woman's voice. "Clover Lee."
The woman blinked, looked at Sawyer, and then turned her focus back to Clover. "Are you saying," the woman started, each word coming out slow and distinct as if she was pissed as hell but too classy to yell, "that my son would rather work than go have lunch with his mother?" Son? Son? SON?!?
This was why Clover shouldn't get anxious. Only bad things happened when she let her nerves get the best of her. She needed to say something. She needed to apologize. She needed to find a hole big enough to swallow her completely.
She couldn't get a single word out.
The woman's mouth — Sawyer Carlyle's mother's mouth — twisted up and her eyes narrowed, but her freezer-burn level stare moved away from Clover and onto her son. "Sawyer, this is not over."
Without another word, one of the most powerful women in Harbor City high society whirled around and joined the woman still holding open the elevator doors.
"Analisa, let's leave Sawyer and his ... person to their 'jam-packed' schedule," she said.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
## FABULOUS. Oh how I loved this book. This is my first book by this author and you can bet I'll be looking for anything else she may have written. I read this in one sitting because it was simply unputdownable. Sawyer (who wouldn't love that name after Lost) and Clover had tremendous chemistry that just exploded onto the page. I love that the author didn't portray Sawyer as a manslut. Yay. And I love that she didn't portray Clover as an insecure, bumbling, slightly overweight doormat. Double yay. Clover was full of sarcasm, laughter, and colloquialisms. I love that her quick wit came off as funny and sassy rather than (b) itchy which seems to happen more often than not. Not to mention the many laugh out loud moments. Another thing I liked was that the hero grovelled a bit in the end. That's always fun. No cheating, no sex with others, no secret baby mama, no manslut, no doormat, no weight issues mentioned 100 times, no dead fiance/wife who no one will measure up to. All in all, this book was perfection!
Wow great book. Love clover and sawyer
Awww...sweet story. Gotta love a fun, twisty romcom with a happy ending.
I can't believe this is my first Avery Flynn book, where has she been hiding ... This is a book about opposites and as the saying goes quite often "opposites attract " and that's exactly what happens in this hilarious rom-com. Clover Lee has applied to be a buffer for Sawyer Carlyle, she is hired to stop his mother sending him eligible women after all he is very happy being single, he has no time for relationships well that was until Clover came into his life and messed up his routine. Clover is so different to any other women he has met she is not afraid of his mother, she loves flea markets and her ideal day is renovating a treasure picked up from a local flea market ..... The chemistry between these two is apparent from the very start and Clover's quirky talk out loud moments are just hilarious but what I really loved about this book was the storyline, two people learning about each other, growing into friends and becoming lovers. Avery Flynn certainly knows how to write a perfect rom-com giving you just the right amours of humour, lust,love and conflict. This was a perfect way to be introduced to a new author and I will be looking at all of her other books.
What a great story!! Loved Clover's sense of adventure! And Sawyer - wow. Would love to see this book as a Hallmark movie with Ryan Paevey playing Sawyer! Hot damn!!! Wish his brother had had his own book/story.
I really enjoyed this book! I read it in 2 sittings lol ( sleep needed ya know ) Sawyer is only looking to the big picture and missing every thing around him do to his blinders .Jane aka Clover is only looking for her next thrill afraid of getting tied down and loosing who she is ( as she thinks her mom did ) Clover answers an add to be a personal buffer ....hum..... next thrill??? Sawyer wants to punch his brother when he finds out he placed an add for him ......Then he sees her telling off his mom ( as she thinks this is her chance to show she would be a good buffer lol ) Clover did not know it was his mom LOL let the game begin ! Come along for the ride as these 2 find out how much more a like they are then dif .I REALLY enjoyed this book fort those wondering YES there is sex in this book! Avery did a very nice job on these scenes ! Grab you copy now and a cup/glass of your fav wind down drink and get to it !
'The Negotiator' by Avery Flynn. This is the story of Jane "Clover" Lee and Sawyer Carlyle. Clover has applied for the job of 'buffer' that Sawyer's brother put in the paper. Clover likes to be independent and doesn't want a permanent job. So with those two things she has ended up doing a lot of odd jobs like a 'snake milker'. So Clover thinks this will be the next new experience for her. Sawyer is the oldest son of a very large business that is family owned. His father has died about three years ago and now his mother has come out of mourning with the tunnel thought of getting Sawyer married. So Sawyer is now faced with a determine mother and beautiful but no personality women being thrown at him. Sawyer just wants to run the family company and help make sure his family is okay. After having a few drinks with his brother he happens to joke that he needs a 'buffer' to deal with his mother's marriage minded women. But his brother surprised him by putting a ad in the paper and now Sawyer is having to let these people no there is no job. When he goes to tell them Clover speaks up and shows him that he may need her after all. This was funny yet very sweet romance that I couldn't put down. I loved also the secondary characters which makes this book and extra joy to read. "My honest review is for a special copy I voluntarily read."
The Negotiator by Avery Flynn.....10 NEGOTIATOR STARS!! I loved this story so much, as always Avery Flynn gives us a fun page turning book. Clover is a beautiful strong woman that teaches Sawyer a thing or two. Sawyer is my new book boyfriend, so hot and rich. I loves seeing this story play out, such a fun feel good book. I voluntarily reviewed an advance reader copy of this book from publisher via NetGalley.
Poor befuddled Sawyer can't catch a break or a clue until it's nearly too late. Good thing he finally wins one negotiation with Clover.
3.75 star-- THE NEGOTIATOR is the first instalment in Avery Flynn’s contemporary, adult HARBOR CITY romance series. This is international construction billionaire Sawyer Carlyle, and ‘free spirit’ Jane ‘Clover’ Lee’s story line. Told from dual third person perspectives (Clover and Sawyer) THE NEGOTIATOR is a fake fiancé trope that follows the building relationship between billionaire Sawyer Carlyle, and Clover Lee. Need a ‘buffer’ between his mother and the copious number of single, available women Sawyer Carlyle finds himself ‘interviewing’ the least likely buffer he could have ever imagined. Enter feisty, take charge, free spirit Clover Lee, and the woman with whom he would fall in love. What ensues is the fake fiancé relationship that grows into something more, and the potential fall-out as Sawyer makes Clover an offer she refuses to accept. Clover Lee is a bit of a ‘free spirit’ who like to travel, never staying in one place too long, and a woman determined never to settle down in one place too long. Meeting Sawyer Carlyle sees Clover take a step back from her preconceived notions about falling in love, and settling down but Sawyer’s reasons for making their arrangement permanent are not fraught from love but from a more sterile sense of obligation. The relationship between Carlyle and Clover is a fake-fiance contract written out on a diner napkin. Carlyle never had plans to fall in love but meeting Clover Lee finds our hero looking forward to everything-one outing at a time. The $ex scenes are intimate, seductive and intense, without the use of over the top, sexually graphic language and text. We are introduced to Sawyer’s brother Hudson Carlyle, and their mother Helene; and Sawyer’s one-time best friend and nemesis Tyler Jacobson; Clover’s roommate and best friend Daphne, as well as Clover’s parents Laura and Phillip Lee. THE NEGOTIATOR has a little bit of everything: humor, fun, romance, love, heartbreak and a happily ever after. The premise is sexy and inviting; the characters are energetic and dynamic; the romance is passionate.
3.5 stars — OK, so I enjoyed so much of this book, but somewhere in the middle I started to lose focus while reading it, so I just can’t go full 4 stars on this one. I honestly don’t know if it was just me, I was tired, or if it was the book. I think part of my problem was that I had *just* read a fake relationship/billionaire trope story LAST WEEK, so it just felt a bit familiar you know? I love these tropes for a reason, but I think they stand up better when interspersed between other things. I really enjoyed both characters, and I loved them together. I loved how Clover brought Sawyer out of himself, and how Clover seemed to find a bit more purpose and direction while helping Sawyer. And they really did have great chemistry, I honestly believed their attraction to one another. In fact, them together was definitely the highlight. Part of that is because their individual stories weren’t really strong necessarily…there wasn’t a big background story for each of them, and while they both definitely grew, it wasn’t really a strong component of the story. It really was a fun romance in a lot of ways. And I guess that is one area where I wouldn’t have minded a bit of expansion…a bit more of what made each of them tick. We were told a lot of what made them tick, but I didn’t always see it. Clover was fun and spunky and I LOVED how she gave as good as she got. But I don’t think I ever quite understood what she was looking for out of life, or how she thought her life was going to go. I never really *felt* her passions and her purpose. Heck, I kind of wish I knew why she called herself Clover…never did get that. I did enjoy seeing her finally see the light about her Mom and the life her Mom chose though! And Sawyer could be awkward and adorable, and I loved how he couldn’t help but allow Clover to bring some fun into his life. And I LOVED how he turned everything into a negotiation, and how that was part of their foreplay. But, as with Clover, I guess I just didn’t understand his passion for his company so much as was told about it. He was a bit of a mess of contradictions at times. The secondary characters were not bad. I didn’t always get Sawyer’s Mom, but I didn’t dislike her. I enjoyed both Linus and Irving, though their parts were tiny. And I enjoyed the bits we got to see of Clover’s family…though I will admit I never really connected with her BFF Daphne. The standout for me for secondary characters was Sawyer’s brother Hudson. His one-liners made me laugh and laugh, and I loved the sibling relationship they seemed to have. So yeah, the romance was fantastic…I just wouldn’t have minded a bit more other stuff to flesh it out a bit.
Quick and fun read with tons of sass and strong women!! I loved this book so much! I was laughing out loud constantly it has amazing writing and character development! I love Clover and her strong will, sassiness, and confidence. Sawyer was adorable and similar to more guys than they would like to admit with the kind of movies he enjoys ;) It's a must read, and I will be reading more by Avery Flynn!!!
Highly entertaining, fun, sexy, sweet, emotional and engaging romantic journey. Swayer Carlyle is a sexy, clever, driven and taking on the world as the new head of his family company. His little brother publishes an add for a personal buffer to help fend off the hopeful future Mrs. Carlyle candidates his mother keeps sending his way. Clover Lee is a sweet, sexy, charming and a drifter never staying in one place to long, temp jobs are her favorite and the personal buffer add seams to be the perfect way to fund her latest hope a trip to Australia. Their attraction is electric and the banter between them is so fun as they both try to avoid forever. Loved it!
I really enjoyed this. Really wish there was more. Didn't want it to end.
The Negotiator is the first book that I have read by Avery Flynn, and not only did I enjoy it, I also highly recommend it to anyone who loves romantic comedy. This is one of those books that will make you laugh out loud, swoon, and totally fall in love with the characters. Sawyer Carlyle is a billionaire workaholic, he eats, breathes, and sleeps work. He doesn't have time for his mother who is trying her best to find him a wife, but he also doesn't have the heart to hurt her feelings. His brother sets him up to hire a personal buffer to keep his mother at bay, enter Clover Lee, a free spirit, whose life is one big adventure. Little does Clover know that her biggest adventure is about to begin, when the job of personal buffer turns into becoming Sawyers fake fiance. That is when the fun begins, and as the total opposites begin their negotiations, he always sees the big picture and she is more into the details. Do yourself a favor and read this book, it is sweet, romantic and fun. I loved the characters and cannot wait to read Hudson's story, he is the brother who set the whole personal buffer thing in motion. Five adventure filled stars for this one.
I cannot even begin to put into words how much I loved this book. Sawyer, Sawyer, Sawyer, you hunky man with glasses. oh I love a man whose glasses are set askew when getting hot and bothered down to business. Goodness, that man! And he ridiculously adorableness when trying to give compliments or notice the details. He was seriously flawed in the people connection, but very attentive in others. And his dealing with the boots, priceless. Then there is the perfection that is Clover. I loved how she got her name and her determination to live life to the fullest, no fear and no regrets. Her vomit of the mouth was hilarious and so on point in most situations, those were some of the best scenes. I was sad when the book ended because I truly loved this couple. But the ending and epilogue was beyond heartwarming and sweet. I really enjoyed the scenes Clover had with Daphne and the ones Sawyer had with his brother Hudson. I would love for them to have their own books. I received this book in exchange for an honest review from the publisher through Netgalley.
A quick read. Typical genre where Sawyer is a rich workaholic, Mom wants to get him married, in comes Clover, not her real name.. They eventually fall in love, and so on, and so on. Light read to keep you busy. LOVETOREAD
I always know I’m in for a treat when I’m about to read an Avery Flynn book and The Negotiator was no exception! From the fake engagement to the non-stop negotiating, Sawyer and Clover could bring both the heat and the humor…as well as some heart-felt moments. Sawyer can’t see past his desk and has no interest in any of the socialites his mother keeps trying to push on him. He’s no stranger to a beautiful woman, but when it comes to priorities, his first and only one is the family business. When a brotherly prank throws Clover in his path and she quickly proves she has what it takes to keep his mother at bay, having a personal buffer not only sounds like hitting the lottery, Sawyer can’t help but up the ante and go all in – why not make it a fake engagement! Clover is such a hoot. She has a ton of life experience, travelling and working in so many different places. This “personal buffer” job is just what she needs to fund her next adventure. And although she’s not 100% sure the fake engagement is going to work, if this job is a means to her end then she’s all in…especially when she out-negotiates the negotiator with her list of rules – including the hands-off mandate. Of course, the best part of being a good negotiator…is knowing when you might need to renegotiate things! There was no denying Sawyer and Clover’s attraction to one another and I loved the fact that they both pretty much owned it. Not a lot of drama for these two to renegotiate things to remove that hands-off mandate, too bad they couldn’t negotiate with their own hearts to stay out of things! Even though the chemistry was off the charts, these two always seemed to be out of synch with each other with what was going on in their hearts and in their heads. As much fun as it was to watch these two face off with each other, it was also a bit heart-breaking to see them not trust in each other enough or them as a couple enough to realize that the “fake” in their engagement was the only thing that was fake. I also enjoyed all the other characters that are woven into the story. From Sawyer’s mother who may come off like a cold-hearted socialite just looking to have her first born married, to his brother who is hiding something beneath that cavalier and easy-going attitude, there is such a deep caring and family bond that the Carlyle’s share. Clover’s best friend Daphne kept her real, and I loved how watching her family helped give a greater understanding to just who Clover is and why she acts the way she does. The characters were well developed and even though the plot was fairly straight-forward, the emotional complexity of the characters offered a few twists and turns along the way to keep things interesting and the characters evolving. In typical Avery Flynn fashion, we are treated to sass, snark, and a whole lot of fun interactions between not only Sawyer and Clover, but the entire cast of characters. And of course, there’s nothing better when the heat brings some humor along with it as well! It got a bit angsty towards the end, but what fun would it be not to have the set-up for a grand gesture…especially when it can be done Avery Flynn style! This one is worth checking out…and I’m looking forward to reading about Sawyer’s brother next! I voluntarily reviewed an advanced reader copy from the publisher via NetGalley of this book.