Cirrus@Austlit

'I first met Tristan Miles at a meeting where he was trying to take over my late husband’s company.

'He was powerful, arrogant, and infuriatingly gorgeous, and I hated him with every cell in my body. In the shock of the century, he called me three days later and asked me on a date.

'I would rather die than date a man like him—though I do have to admit it was good for the ego. Turning him down was the highlight of my year.

'Six months later, he was the guest speaker at a conference I attended in France.

'Still arrogant and infuriating—but this time, surprisingly charming and witty.

'When he looked at me, I got butterflies.

'But I can’t go there.

'He’s just a player in a hot suit, and I’m just a widow with three unruly sons.

'I just need this conference to be over.

'Because everybody knows that Tristan Miles always gets what he wants…and what he wants is me.'

Source: Publisher's blurb.

'I was upgraded to first class on a flight from London to New York.

'The food, champagne, and service were impeccable.

'The blue-eyed man sitting next to me, even better.

'He was suave and intelligent.

'We talked and laughed, and something clicked.

'Fate took over and the plane was grounded, and we had an unexpected stopover for the night.

'With no plans, we made our own.

'We danced and laughed our way around Boston and had a night of crazy passion that no woman would ever forget.

'That was twelve months ago, and I haven’t heard from him—until today.

'I started a new job and met the CEO. You can imagine my surprise to see those naughty blue eyes dance with delight when he saw me across the mahogany desk.

'But I’m not that carefree girl anymore. My life has changed, I have responsibilities.

'I just got an email.

'He wants to see me in his office for a private meeting at 8:00 a.m.

'Naughty blue eyes have no place in the workplace.

'What kind of private meeting does he have in mind?'

Source: Publisher's blurb.