Boss Overboard by Claire Gillian

Boss Overboard by Claire Gillian

 

 

Blurb:

 An all expenses paid, trans-Atlantic cruise has romance written all over it…unless you’re the poor sap who has to inspect the toilets and time the cafeteria lines. As if secret-shopping her company’s failing cruise ship isn’t bad enough, Lydia Johnson is forced to bring along a “top talent” new hire as her assistant. With a heart barely healed from her ex-fiancé’s deceit, she’s in no mood to train a man who might cheat her out of an overdue promotion.

Paul Thomas may be new to J.P. Theriot Enterprises, but he certainly knows his way around cruise ships. The Cajun charmer also isn’t shy about pursuing his desires, including his wary, but oh-so-sexy-when-she lets-her-hair-down manager. He’s shared more about himself with Lydia than any other woman…except who he really is–J.P. Theriot.

 

Excerpt:

Paul chuckled softly. “He sure noticed you.”

Lydia’s brows lifted. “Oh? In what way?”

Paul shrugged. “He saw you were with me and was wondering if you were taken.”

“And you said what?”

“Peter thinks you and I just met on this cruise, that we’re part of some singles package.”

Lydia crossed her arms. “We’re starting to have way too many stories.”

“And not a single one of them has you as my lesbian BFF.”

She raised a finger smiling. “Mark thinks we met at a book club and are platonic friends.”

“Thank goodness of all the people on this ship, he’s the one person who doesn’t think you’re mine. You do know you can’t go off or be seen alone with him, don’t you? As you yourself said, we’re here to work and not have fun chatting up blondes, and I assumed that applied to both sexes, bottle and natural blondes, and so should you.”

“Oh puh-lease. I am not interested in Mark Williams. He’s a friendly guy and my next-door neighbor, but that’s all. I don’t even like blonds, bottle or otherwise.”

A grin tugged at the corner of Paul’s lips. “What kind of guy do you normally go for?” He stepped into her space. “We both already know you can be tempted by my type.”

Lydia scowled and walked off.

He caught up to her. “What? Just stating the obvious.”

She increased her speed, but refused to acknowledge him, because dammit he was right.

“You can run but you can’t hide from the attraction between us, Lydia. And where are we off to in such a hurry anyway?”

“The art gallery,” she tossed back over her shoulder.

“Terrific. One of my favorite spots. There’s a nude I want you to see.”

She stopped and spun around. “You can’t keep talking to me like this.”

“I can’t talk about a painting or did you think I was talking about something else?” He was the picture of innocence.

Heat crept into her cheeks. She gazed up at him. “Because it’s not professional, and we’re here to do a job, not hook up!”

Paul frowned and blew out a rush of air through his nose. “This is so ironic, you know. Everyone on this ship already thinks we’re hooking up, but we can’t because you don’t want to look unprofessional. Did you forget the part that looking overly professional runs counter to being a good secret shopper?”

Lydia swiveled her head to either side as if scanning for eavesdroppers. “Keep your voice down.” She did another scan. “It’s not about looking professional or unprofessional. It’s about being professional. They are two different matters entirely.”

“What if I said I would quit?”

Lydia’s lips parted in a soft gasp.

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red background edited smallAuthor Bio:

Claire Gillian is the pen name for a number-crunching executive by day and a darkly romantic curmudgeon by night. She also writes fifty shades naughtier stuff under the pen name of Lila Shaw (but please don’t tell her mother) and young adult fiction as Iris St. Clair.  No matter which name she uses, Claire is happiest penning romance drenched in humor with a dash of intrigue and loads of spice. Claire lives in the boggy Pacific NW with her husband and two teen-aged sons.

 

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Six Sentence Sunday: The Romance Novel Book Club

My fried brain almost forgot to pull something together for SSS. I thought I’d pull something up I’ve been working on for some time. I’m a slow turtle when it comes to making longer length stories as I don’t want to miss any details. The Romance Novel Book Club, standing at around 34k and not complete, was an idea I came up with after reading too many cliche romance novels. Same plot, different locations. So what if two best friends decided to form a club to read these books while they pursued the right guy to rock their world? What if one of them has gone through so many men in her life that she’s thinking not one good choice is left for her?

I wrote it in first person with a good dose of humor. In this snippet, Patricia has a little car trouble and is on her way back to the restuarant, now closed, to see if she can use the phone.

As I started down the sidewalk, the sky decided to compliment my day by bringing down a deluge of water to soak me to the core. In my infinite ‘wisdom’, I had left the apartment not only without checking the weather, or grabbing an umbrella, but with a white cotton top and no coat. By the time I reached the restaurant, my lacey pink pushup bra said ‘Hello, world. Look at these hooters. WOO!’. I knocked on the door and pressed my enormous orbs into the pane of glass. Yes, gentlemen. These could all be yours for the price of a ride home.

Don’t forget to click on the graphic above to read other Six Sentence Sunday entries to wet your appetite for reading.