The Boss
The
Boss
Book
1
Abigail
Barnette
Genre: Erotic romance/BDSM
Date of Publication: August 2013
ISBN: 978-1493625482
ASIN: B00ENTIAJM
Number of pages: 353
Word Count: 120,000
Cover Artist: Jenny Trout
Book Description:
Sophie Scaife almost ran away
once, trading her ticket to college for a ticket to Tokyo. But a delayed flight
and a hot one-night stand with a stranger changed her mind, putting her firmly
on track to a coveted position at a New York fashion magazine.
When the irresistible stranger
from that one incredible night turns out to be her new boss - billionaire and
publishing magnate Neil Elwood - Sophie can't resist the chance to rekindle the
spark between them... and the opportunity to explore her submissive side with
the most Dominant man she's ever known.
Neil is the only man who has ever
understood Sophie's need to submit in the bedroom, and the only man who has
ever satisfied those desires. When their scorching, no-strings-attached sexual
relationship becomes something more, Sophie must choose between her career and
heart... or risk losing them both.
The
Girlfriend
The
Boss
Book
2
Abigail
Barnette
Genre: erotic romance/BDSM
Date of Publication: August 2013
ISBN: 978-1492744115
ASIN: B00EN0NAB4
Number of pages: 391
Word Count: 132,000
Cover Artist: Jenny Trout
Book Description:
Unemployed, blacklisted, and
pregnant, Sophie Scaife’s life is totally upside down. Her relationship with
publishing magnate Neil Elwood is on the rocks. Her best friend’s career is
igniting. And Sophie is afraid she’ll make one of the toughest decisions of her
life alone…
When a devastating diagnosis
forces Neil to return to London, Sophie throws caution to the wind to follow
her heart across the Atlantic. Keeping a scorching D/s affair as red-hot in
sickness as it was in health is a challenge, even for two lovers as inventive
as Sophie and Neil. But Sophie is more than willing to try anything her Sir
commands, and their fantasies of control become a welcome refuge from the daily
stress of illness.
While Neil’s wealth and privilege
make adjusting to her new situation easier, Sophie finds herself rebuilding her
life around an uncertain future. And while both of them face the changes
between them head-on, they’re all too aware that their happiness may be
fleeting—and Sophie could lose Neil forever.
Excerpt
from The Girlfriend
How do you tell
the guy who just tried to break up with you that you’re pregnant with his baby?
When the doors
opened on his floor and I stepped into the softly lit vestibule, Neil was there
already, waiting for me.
When I saw him,
my stomach dropped like I was in the backseat of a minivan going over a bad
hill. He was pale, he looked tired, and the smile he gave me was worried and
forced.
But he was still
Neil, so handsome and tall, with his in-between-blonde-and-brown hair and his
gorgeous green eyes. My heart flip-flopped, like it always did, since that
first moment we’d met at LAX over six years ago.
“Hello, Sophie.”
“Hey,” I
responded in a short, friendly monotone as we moved into the inner foyer. His
apartment, which I had just begun to feel comfortable in before our
near-breakup or breakup-in-progress, whatever was happening between us,
suddenly seemed like a stranger’s home. I’d had a difficult enough time getting
used to the fact that my boyfriend lived in a Fifth Avenue palace with
checkered marble floors and a freaking home movie theatre. Now I felt like I
had to be on my very best behavior.
Neil helped me
with my coat. “You look very pretty,” he said softly.
I hadn’t changed
out of the crème-colored cowl-necked sweater and soft old jeans I’d worn to the
doctor’s office. I didn’t feel particularly pretty, but I murmured a thank you
all the same. I noted his salmon button down. “It’s not pink, it’s salmon,” he
had argued with me a few weeks ago, before we’d tumbled playfully into his bed.
I blinked back
my tears at the memory. “You’re not so bad yourself. Did you go to work today?”
“No, I was just
so tired of hospital gowns. I needed to get dressed or end up deeply
depressed.” His laugh was short.
I wanted to
touch him. I wanted him to touch me. I just wanted everything to be okay
between us.
He led me to the
kitchen, where Sue had laid out our neatly plated dinners. “Halibut, I hope you
don’t mind.”
“It smells amazing.”
It actually smelled awful, but I didn’t hold that against his housekeeper. It
was the uninvited guest in my uterus. It made everything smell ten times
stronger than usual. I looked around the kitchen. The counters were scrubbed
clean, the light was off over the stove. I slid into one side of the breakfast
nook. “Sue’s gone for the night?”
“I didn’t ask
her to stay on past seven.” He went around the wide, marble-topped island and
reached into the cooler beneath, coming up with a bottle of white wine.
“None for me,
thanks,” I said, too quick. He gave me a strange look, and put the bottle away.
That was weird.
He usually liked wine with dinner.
Oh god, he was
probably staying sober to let me down gently when he broke things off for good.
The wine was for me, to drown my sorrows, if necessary.
I completely
lost my appetite.
“So...” He sat
down across from me and unfolded his napkin. “It’s been a while since we’ve
talked. Any developments in the job hunt?”
I knew what he
was asking me. “I didn’t take the job with Gabriella.”
He nodded, and
poured ice water into my glass from the carafe on the table. “Were her terms—”
“You know why I
turned it down.” My hands clenched in my lap. I was more angry than I thought I
would be. I’d been preparing for this moment, steeling myself against hurt and
disappointment so that I could walk away with dignity. Instead, my emotional
control snapped like a rubber band and I accused, “How dare you.”
“Sorry?” He
looked like a man staring through the windshield of a car that was nanoseconds
from hitting him.
“You did it
again. You pushed me into making this huge decision, but you acted like you
were somehow protecting me. You did it when you stole my plane tickets six
years ago. Now you tell me that I have to take this job because it’s a
wonderful opportunity, and you magnanimously declare that you’ll let me go if
you have to.
“You didn’t even
ask me what I wanted. You didn’t tell me what you wanted. It’s like you don’t
care about the outcome, you just don’t want to feel responsible for it.”
“Magnanimous?”
he repeated, outraged.
My hands were
clenched to fists beneath the table. If we were going to break up, then we
might as well raze this f**ker, salt the earth, and poison the ground water.
“If you didn’t want to be with me... then just break up with me. Don’t force me
to make the choice for you.”
He was
struggling to control his temper as he said, measured and controlled, “I wanted
you to slow down and think about what you were doing, and where we were headed.
You keep pushing me away—”
“I keep pushing
you away?” I snorted derisively. “When I got to the hospital the other night, I
was so worried about you. Then, you basically break up with me and try to make
it seem like it was for my own good. For four days, I felt like I couldn’t call
you or see how you were doing, while you were in the f**king hospital. I had to
get updates from Deja, and all of those were total bulls**t. Exhaustion? You
don’t get exhausted.”
“On the
contrary, I was quite exhausted,” he said quietly.
I looked up, and
I knew he could see how furious I was from the way he slightly flinched when
our eyes met. Good.
I reached into
my pocket and fished out the ultrasound image. I placed it face down on the
table and slid it toward him. “I needed you. I called you eleven times because
I was freaked out and scared about this. And I came down to the hospital afraid
something really horrible had happened to you, and I was thinking about all the
stuff I would miss about you if you died. And what the h*ll was I going to do about
this?”
He lifted the
photo and turned it over. It took a moment for him to register what it was. I
saw a surprising mixture of emotions in his expression, things I didn’t expect.
I’d been prepared for angry, or scared. Maybe cold, or strained and polite.
Instead, his eyebrows lifted and he blinked in momentary shock. The slightest
smile twitched at the corner of his lips. He looked pleased, maybe even a
little proud.
I clasped my
hands together under the table to stop myself from trembling. The longer he
looked at the photo, the more the color drained from his face. There it was.
That was more like what I had expected.
He looked up,
throat moving as he swallowed. His eyes met mine, and a sick feeling of dread
curdled my stomach. Whatever he was going to say, I knew it was going to be
bad. But it was so much worse than I had expected.
“I have cancer.”
The
Bride
The
Boss
Book
3
Abigail
Barnette
Genre: erotic romance/BDSM
Date of Publication: March 2014
ISBN: 1497486173
ASIN: B00J8QG7BI
Number of pages: 415
Word Count: 140,000
Cover Artist: Jenny Trout
Book Description:
After a tumultuous year, Sophie
Scaife’s relationship with her boyfriend and Dom, billionaire media mogul Neil
Elwood, is hotter and happier than ever. His sizzling Dominant side pushes
Sophie to new and challenging heights of submission and erotic exploration as
she follows her Sir’s every whim. But with his daughter’s impending wedding and
a milestone birthday turning Neil’s thoughts toward settling down, Sophie faces
a much different future than she’d planned.
Caught in a conflict between her
new wealth and her desire for independence, Sophie fears she’s becoming just
another Fifth Avenue trophy wife. With her fashion journalism career over and
her new effort as a writer uninspiring, Sophie has to work harder than ever to
prove her intentions to Neil’s family and friends.
Sophie isn’t the only one
struggling to adapt to her new lifestyle. When private jets and designer labels
threaten her bond with Holli, Sophie finds herself walking a fine line between
the world she now inhabits and the past—and people—she fears she’s left behind.
After a shocking revelation divides her loyalties, Sophie is in danger of
losing her best friend or fracturing the trust of the man she loves.
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