★✩★ COVER REVEAL ★✩★
By JESSIKA KLIDE
Genre: Contemporary Romance | Billionaire Romance | Rom-Com
Release Date: March 31
Hosted by DS Book Promotions
The Job Description:
Immediate opening for a personal assistant to an eccentric self-made billionaire mogul. Your superlative salary, plus a substantial signing bonus, is subjective after a quantitative probationary period and based on your qualitative ability to thrive under pressure applied by the lean-mean-aggressive-machine, BOSS DICK.
Apply ONLY if you’re tough-as-nails with THICK skin!
My name is Sam “Fearless” Mathieson. I’m not afraid of BOSS DICK or the boss’s dick. I eat nails for breakfast and wear Kevlar under my suit. I’m OCD. Organization is my bitch! Immediate opening? I can start in ten minutes. Put up or shut up.
“You’re hired. Penthouse floor. You have nine minutes and counting….” Shoes in hand with my track coach’s voice echoing in my ear about form and stride, I sprint down the block, hit the rotating door, rush into the elevator and cuss the whole time it soars to the top while learning that Precious Kitty Publishing doesn’t publish books about cuddly, cute, kittens. They specialize in “soft-touch-feel-good” romance books.
Mommy porn on steroids. But I need this job like I need air. I’m broke, but not broken. I refuse to quit on my dream. I made a promise, and I won’t break it. I’ll die first. With twenty seconds to spare, the elevator dings, the doors open, and I sprint down the hallway, past the startled male receptionist standing behind his desk, gawking, to the door at the end of the corridor that says, Sebastian King, CEO. Not wanting to miss my deadline, I turn the knob, throw open the door, and crash, just as my phone timer blasts BLACKPINK – ‘How You Like That.’ The man behind the desk looks up from his laptop, shocked, then amused, then angry when the receptionist I passed follows me in like a puppy with his tail between his legs and declares, “Mr. King, this is my replacement. Sam Mathieson.” Then he turns around and runs away.
BOSS DICK’s first words to me are, “You’re not a man. Get out!” To which I replied, kneeling on all fours like a dog, barking his kitty up a lawsuit tree. “Make me!” Famous last words, I’m afraid. Because every day since, he has done exactly that. Tried to make me quit. To give up. To go home. But I won’t. I need this job, but worse than that, now, I need this gigantic man in my life. I’m not talking only about the size of his ego, either. But the size of his sausage! Dear Lord, both are epic! One I want to stab, and the other I want to smother. But both are beautifully addictive! But back to my grand entrance recounting, how did BOSS DICK respond to my refusal to comply with his demand that I back out of his office, race the coward back to the elevator, and kiss my dream job goodbye just because I’m not a man? And I quote: “Then grab a condom for your heart, honey. I’m going to f*ck your feelings.”
*This is a Standalone novel*