Check out Drawn Through You by Sarina Rhoads!
What if the brooding billionaire wore pencil skirts and Louboutins? What if the impressionable intern was a small-town furniture maker with boyish charm? Cole Jacobson always thought he would take after his father and pursue his dreams. But when the family business falters and he’s forced to accept his uncle’s help, Cole is summoned to the big city for a job he never wanted. Priorities become obscured when Cole finds himself working for Shaun Wright, the strong, intimidating, and ruthlessly attractive business partner at his uncle’s contracting firm. Forced to either sacrifice his hard-won integrity or leave behind the one thing that brings him true happiness, Cole must make a decision that could cost him both. A decision only complicated by the sexy, inscrutable woman he can’t stop thinking about. A woman who just might be as intrigued as he is to cross professional boundaries. A provocative, trope-twisting romance, Sarina Rhoads’s Drawn Through You finally puts the heroine on the other side of the desk.
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Maintaining a suburban orbit of NYC all her life, Sarina Rhoads ran the gamut of odd jobs in pursuit of a one true passion. Once exposed to a world of creative storytelling through online writing groups, she fell completely in love. Now she finds pleasure in penning both contemporary and paranormal romance, possessing notebooks chock full of ideas only waiting to be released.
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Dressed for construction work, in boots, dark jeans, and a hunter green thermal, he waited in the parking garage by the elevators for her to show. He spotted Violet’s Beetle, glad she had arrived before he had, not wanting to explain why he was lingering in the parking garage like some creeper.
Then a pair of halogen headlamps came into view, moving closer. Cole ducked into the shadows until he could identify the car and its driver. The celestial black Jaguar coupe he remembered purred into a reserved parking spot up front.
Cole returned to the elevators and propped himself against the wall, waiting. The clack of high heels along the asphalt ricocheted off the concrete and drew near. Shaun stared down at the phone in her one hand, a hot beverage cup in the other, oblivious to Cole watching her. She finally looked up and stopped dead in her tracks. He pushed off the wall and shortened the distance between them.
“Hi,” she replied, dropping her phone into her handbag. “What are you doing here?” Cole grimaced, wondering if this was a bad idea. “I mean, you’re supposed to be at the restaurant today.”
“I know.” He scrubbed at his hair, hoping the gesture would shake free a better sense of what the hell he planned to do now that he had Shaun right where he wanted her. “I forgot a few sketches and thought I’d stop by to pick them up.”
“Oh.” Her gaze moved to study an oil stain on the ground. She had a few good ones to choose from.
“Okay, that’s a fucking lie. I wanted to see you, Shaun. I know you’ve been avoiding me, and truth is, I was avoiding you too.”
“Really?” She folded her arms across her chest, a bored tone in her voice. The conversation appeared to be approaching crash-and-burn status.
Cole took a step closer and her head snapped up. “I couldn’t stay away any longer.” She swallowed and scanned the garage. Cole too shared the fleeting moment of paranoia, even though he’d been there long enough to know that they were alone. He reached toward the cup still clutched in her hand and relieved her of the beverage, setting it down on a trash can. Grasping her wrist, he pulled her behind one of the nearby support columns, the space shrouded in darkness, and she followed willingly. Out of the light and away from possible onlookers, Cole backed her into the solid steel, his arms caging her in. God, she was just as beautiful as ever. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, leaving her long neck thankfully bare.
“What are you doing, Cole?” She shoved against his chest half-heartedly, playing at being unwilling. The amusement quirking at her mouth betrayed her feelings.
“Once was not enough, and I think you agree.”