Here's a teaser from 'Just Business'...
“As much I loved business, it isn’t that black and white place I fell in love with anymore.” I admitted painfully. “Besides, with this book, there wouldn’t be a company in the US who’d want to hire an embittered writer with an axe to grind.”

“Are you sure that isn’t an exaggeration?” She questioned.

“No,” I responded with a glare. It was time to change the subject, or I’d spend the remainder of my lunch discussing Meyer Technologies. “How long is this event supposed to last tonight?”

She took the hint, brushing aside the conversation with ease. “Until the drinks are gone, the gossip dies down, and the socialites’ dresses hold up.”

“This is going to be a long night.” I shuddered remembering the last affair I attended. It was supposed to be a simple cocktail party. Unfortunately, the rich take every social affair seriously. Instead of that simple black dress I should have worn, I selected a fire engine halter that covered little of my assets.

“Hopefully this time you’ll wear something a little less obscene, it is a black tie affair.”

“I did read the invitation.” I snapped. “After last time, I asked John what would be acceptable attire. He went shopping with me, and between the two of us, we selected a gown that will fit into the social standards and my own.”

“I’m happy to hear that.” She smiled. “By the way . . .” Her voice trailed off.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and then I heard, “Isabella Swan?” I knew that voice. “Is that really you?”

My heart slammed into my chest.

I didn’t want to know if Edward Masen, the man I desperately wanted to forget existed, was standing behind me. Edward was brilliant, not to mention sexy, but he was also associated with Meyer Technologies; he was Meyer Technologies. Edward was the current CEO, recently acquiring the reins when the owner/president retired. He was definitely not the kind of man I wanted an attraction to.

Furthering the embarrassment, was remembering the night I had the misfortune to sleep with him in a night of weakness and lots of alcohol. I don’t remember the finer details, but I definitely remember waking up in his bed, naked and not alone. I would have filed the memory as pleasant, if he hadn’t ruined the moment by opening his mouth. He made it perfectly clear, I was merely a distraction and he was not the kind of man to settle down with a woman. That was certainly the end of that liaison.

So for obvious reasons, the last thing I wanted to do was turn around and face him. I wish I had the steel will to ignore his commanding voice and continue to talk to Esme, yet somehow, I knew he wasn’t going to scurry quietly back into the woodwork. He didn’t get to run a multi-million dollar company by giving up a fight, no matter how small it was.

If you didn’t know anything about Edward Masen, you would quickly learn two very important facts immediately. The first being that he was a man set all into his own creation with an edge about him that was old-fashion, as if he spent centuries enduring a hard life. The second was he didn’t like taking or obeying orders from anyone. He was the man in charge, period. Both attributes made the man irritating and sexy as hell, making the entire package explosive.