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The Boss’s Daughter by Aubrey Parker
Release Date: October 27th 2015
Series: Inferno Falls #1
Genres: New Adult, Romance
The first book in the Inferno Falls series, from your new favorite romance author.
Ever since losing her mother as a girl, Riley James has lived for her father, Mason. The loss has nearly consumed them both, and they’ve only survived it together. But while Mason is moving into his twilight years, Riley is still young and ready for her life to begin. Her father’s shared grief — once the warm embrace she needed — now feels like a set of shackles that are starting to chafe.
Brandon Grant is smack dab in the middle of his life’s best years. So far they’ve been devoted to the construction company where he’s dedicated the last several years. A product of the foster care system, Brandon comes from a dark enough past that he can never let anyone get too close — except his boss, Mason James, who steps into the void his father was never there to fill. After years of back breaking work, Brandon is finally about to land the promotion he’s always wanted. Soon, he’ll finally start living for himself, and find someone to share in the happiness he’s sure to earn … eventually.
But love can’t always wait …
Just as Brandon is being groomed for the position, he meets the sweetest, most charming, and electrifying girl he’s ever seen — and realizes, with the crushing, sinking knowledge that she’s Riley James, the boss’s daughter.
While Riley might be ready to move on, her father can’t, and he makes it abundantly clear that Brandon’s not to go near her. As he spends more and more time in the office, preparing to become the company’s big man, he clocks more time with Riley. Soon, their spark ignites to inferno.
Riley and Brandon must decide if their happiness still means what they’ve always thought, or if they’ve finally found the person who can turn their lives into something more.
{EXCERPT}
“Oh. I see what’s going on here.”
“What’s ‘going on here?’”
“You’re afraid of leveling up.”
I don’t even know how to respond to that.
“You’re trying to have it both ways,” she says, nodding harder, as if gaining conviction from her words. “How did you feel when you came home from college?”
“Stop life coaching me, Phoebe.”
“Just tell me, bitch.”
“I don’t know. Eager to start putting my degree to work at Life of Riley?”
“And?”
“And what?”
“And sad, right? Like you missed school? Missed your college friends? Your old life?”
“Well, sure. Of course. But … ”
“You’ve always been taken care of by Daddy. Now you’re on your own, but not really. You’re somewhere in the middle. You say you want to be taken seriously, but you still live at home.”
“Only until I find my own place.”
“And you want your dad to treat you like a serious businesswoman, but you’re still worried about disappointing him. By being with his veep.”
“I’ve been with lots of guys my dad didn’t want me with.”
“Not like Brandon. He’d be ‘leveling up.’ He’d be a serious boyfriend. The kind you marry because he’s a real man, not a kid. But doing it doesn’t just challenge your relationship with your dad; it also represents — ”
“Please don’t tell me what my actions ‘represent.’”
“It also represents your first step to settle down.”
“Settle down!” I bark laughter and nod sarcastically. “I see. And you’re getting this because I had sex with him once.”
“Your womanly instincts are kicking in. You know he’s a good catch, and you want him. You want to marry him.” She says “marry” the way we used to say it in grade school, when mocking someone for being into someone we deemed ridiculous. Except that this time, she’s using the same tone to make the opposite point. I consider “life coaching” Phoebe by pointing this out, but she darts for my malt and I lose momentum defending it.
“You’re retarded,” I say. Not the kind of thing I’d say as a woman. It’s the kind of thing I’d say as a girl.
“Not retarded,” Phoebe retorts. “You know he’s good material. Which is why you’re so smitten.”
“I’m not smitten!”
“And the smittenness,” she says, drawing a line on the table with her finger that is probably supposed to represent a profound truth, “is why you’re sad right now.”
“I’m not sad.”
“You said you were sad.”
“I did not!”
“Husband material,” she says. “Fuck now. Marry later.”
I laugh again. I was wrong about Phoebe. She is making me feel better, but just because this is so stupidly funny.
“He’s a hothead,” I tell her. “He has issues.”
“Your lady parts know he could take care of you. Take care of the parts, for sure. But take care of you, too.”
“He’s barely scraping by. He’s all messed up, and even money won’t help. He can’t take care of anyone.” I think of what happened the night he ran off, how he didn’t even look at me or say goodbye, and I give Phoebe my capping argument. “He’s selfish. Only thinks of himself.”
“You’re wrong,” Phoebe says.
“I’m not.”
“You are. I thought you knew about his scar?”
I nod. “So he got in a bar fight. So what? That’s not anything worth celebrating. In fact, it’s exactly what my dad thought happened the other night, and I defended him. It doesn’t say he’s not selfish. It proves he’s a brute.”
Phoebe’s expression says that something isn’t adding up. Her eyes squint down.
“What did Bridget tell you about Brandon’s scar?”
“I told you. Got into a fight. Some guy had a knife.”
“And?”
“And nothing.”
Phoebe sits back. She crosses her arms. “So she was too embarrassed to tell you.”
“What?” I say.
“He got that scar defending his sister from her boyfriend, Keith, who beat her nearly to death. He got it the last time Keith came around, after he’d put Bridget in the hospital. The time, Riley, that she needed him most.”
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