Sylvie Jenkins has fallen on hard times. She’s lost her job, her apartment, and is down to her last can of peas. Desperate, she agrees to take a job with a reclusive writer living in the Adirondack Mountains of upstate New York. She’s never heard of Connor Hudson, but the man is offering her room, board, and an extremely generous salary. How bad could he be? Sylvie is shocked to learn that she might not know who Connor Hudson is, but millions of readers do, scarfing up the books he writes under various pseudonyms. And Connor’s not just a bestselling author. He’s a billionaire entrepreneur whose publishing and media empires span the globe.
Her new employer is a drop-dead gorgeous hunk, but he’s also surly, dominating, and demanding. He’s accustomed to being obeyed and kowtowed to, but he soon discovers that his feisty new assistant refuses to do either. Sylvie thinks he’s an arrogant, condescending jerk! Connor is shocked that the little imp isn’t cowed by his wealth, power, and position, but she’s neither impressed nor intimidated by him. He finds her indifference toward him intriguing. He’s never known a woman who didn’t welcome his advancesâ€¦until Sylvie. She ignores himâ€¦when she isnâ€™t arguing, or cursing him under her breath. He decides his feisty assistant needs taming. And heâ€™s just the man to do it. Sylvie eventually succumbs to his charms. Naive and nerdy, she mistakes sex for love. But Connor can’t love her. Not now! Not ever! Heâ€™s keeping secrets. The cops think he’s a serial killer. People who love himâ€¦die! Is the sexy alpha male a cold-blooded killer?
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