I’m sure I mentioned this… somewhere.  Okay, I know I posted this info to my newsletter group and quite a few yahoo loops.  But I’m not sure if I posted it here.  So, here it goes!

Fiery Ember is available now!!!!  Woot!!!!  Here’s the 411 on story that may remind you of Cinderella.  If Cinderella had been written about losing a thong instead of a shoe.

Ember Ellason is a darned good secretary. True, she’d like to be more, but since her father’s passing, her step-mother has taken over as CEO of Ellason Advertising, and Clementine Ellason feels Ember is only good enough to fetch coffee… barely. But when Clementine and her horrid daughters fail to show up for the meeting with the biggest client they could ever land, Ember saves the day by impersonating her step-mother.

Paul Ashe needs a new ad campaign and he’s found the perfect company with the perfect proposal in Ellason Advertising. Too bad his body is a little too interested in the voluptuous CEO with her fiery red hair and blazing green eyes. Then he can’t seem to find with the elusive woman after their first intimate tryst, and is left with only a pair of panties to remember her by.

Will this Cinderella tale end in happily ever after? Or will Ember be separated from her panties—and her prince—for ever more?

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"As you can see Mr. Ashe, the proposal we’ve outlined introduces your company to the buyers of today. We’ve included print, radio, and television venues in our plan. It is sure to bring your company to the forefront of every 18 to 25-year-old’s mind. Feel free to take the presentation materials home to review and we can schedule—"

"Not needed." He didn’t even give her a chance to finish.

Ember turned her attention to Mr. Ashe and focused on his chin. She’d blundered and made eye contact when he’d introduced himself. She would not make that mistake again. Jacob had to intervene on her behalf and showed Mr. Ashe to his seat while she stared at him, mouth gaping wide. Blue. His eyes were blue like an early morning sky as the sun begins to rise. She was mesmerized. She didn’t say a word, didn’t move a muscle. All she could do was stare at the darned man with her mouth hanging open.

Of course, it wasn’t just his eyes that attracted her. Oh no. Paul Ashe’s face appeared to have been chiseled from granite by Michelangelo himself. His patrician features with the hard angles of his cheeks and how they connected with the firm lines of his jaw, all flowing to his strong chin, reminded her of an ancient Roman warrior.

Then, he smiled. Geez-o-pete, she’d never seen a smile light up a room. Sure, she’d read about plenty of fantasy men. Their glaring white teeth, perfect bodies and model-like ability to always look handsome, even after riding through a downpour in the middle of Scotland’s highlands, but she’d never witnessed anything like that before. Now she had. Mr. Ashe had shook her hand. She remembered that now as she stared at the tiny scar on his chin and wondered where he’d gotten it.

Of course, her thoughts didn’t stay on his chin for long, not when she had his broad shoulders and sculpted chest to think about. Not long after he’d taken his seat, he removed his jacket and leaned back in the executive chair while she began her spiel. His shirt was far too tight for her comfort and showed off every muscle on his chest and abdomen. Every, single, one. Lately, she hadn’t spared a thought for men, any man, but now her neglected libido was rearing its ugly, horny, come-fuck-me head.

Thoughts of rolling around in a sweaty tangle of limbs with Paul Ashe occupied her mind while she tried to focus on convincing him to take the materials home, to give Ellason Advertising a chance.

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Woot!  What are you waiting for?  Git.  Go buy it already.  Go!  Shoo!

Celia