Release date: November 7, 2016
Marketing manager Tiana Holliday just landed her dream job at an award-winning agency in New York City. There’s just one problem: cocky playboy Nathaniel Lawson, her old grad-school nemesis, is her new officemate.
As the firm’s rising star, Nathan never had to compete for prime clients until all-work and no-play Tiana strutted into his workspace. When an opportunity arises to manage a lucrative sports car account and nab a big promotion, he challenges her to a wager: Loser does the winner’s bidding for one month. But their friendly little competition suddenly threatens to erupt into an all-out battle of desire.
As they straddle the line between love and war, they just might discover that challenging each other outside the boardroom is even more satisfying than advertised.
by Rina Gray
Sensuality Level: Sensual
Rina Gray has been writing and singing for as long as she can remember. She never had a talent for singing outside the shower, but her writing flourished. When she’s not writing, she can be found with her head stuck in a book, kickboxing, or dominating game night with friends and family. Rina resides in Atlanta with her husband.
An excerpt from It’s Been You:
Nathaniel remained by Tiana’s workspace, legs spread and arms folded. Not that it mattered that he stood uncomfortably close—his own desk sat only eight feet away. She sighed and drummed her fingers on the desk, remembering her mother’s favorite saying. When the woman wasn’t drunk or drugged, she’d say, “God works in mysterious ways.”
Does he ever. Tiana had been delivered from the hands of her ex-fiancé/coworker Greg into the hands of her ex-grad school nemesis Nathaniel. She’d been surprised seven months ago when she saw him on the interview panel for the vacant position at the agency. She nearly marched out of the interview when she saw him again, but she really wanted the position at the much-revered agency. And to get the hell out of Atlanta and away from Greg. But damn, it had been hard to digest that she would be working with her old classmate again.
The man who’d stolen the highlighters she’d used to color-code her lecture notes, leaving silly ransom notes that declared “the most handsome man in the class” was holding them hostage.
She’d never asked him for the highlighters back. That would only, in his egomaniac mind, confirm that she found him attractive.
And she did. He was gorgeous, and he knew it. Smooth, brown skin with a neatly trimmed mustache and goatee that didn’t connect. Dark, fathomless eyes, and a voice made for late-night radio.
But she’d never tell him that. She’d never give in to her baser needs. He was too unpredictable, too loud, and too dangerous. Nathan was the classmate who’d always poked holes in her well-researched answers. The know-it-all teammate who sidetracked their cohort by yapping away about politics, sports, and women, and yet still managed to deliver outstanding work for his piece of the project. The man who accused her of stealing the highly coveted internship by seducing their professor. As if I would stoop so low.
Not only were they coworkers, but God had seen fit to have them share an office. Even six months after leaving her home in Atlanta and starting the job in New York, Tiana still hadn’t gotten over the irony of sharing an office with her enemy. The best course of action was to ignore him. No more office romance gone wrong like with Greg. No more poor Tiana when the guy took credit for her ideas that led to his promotion. Or when he cheated with another co-worker. Or worst of all, when he’d embarrassed her by unknowingly making it seem like she was the other woman. Side piece. God, what an awful thing to say about someone, but that’s what she’d overheard one of her coworkers say when Stephanie, Greg’s other fiancée, had told the others that Tiana had seduced Greg.
“Let’s keep our relationship a secret, sweetling. You don’t want people to accuse you of sleeping with your trainer.” Tiana and Greg had never publicized their relationship, so it was her word against the company’s golden girl. Bitterness and pain stung her chest at the thought of Greg’s many betrayals. Oh hell, no. Never again would she put herself in that situation. Ignoring Nathaniel was the best solution.
Ignore his scent. Ignore his nearness. Ignore his sexiness.
No time like the present. Pulling a pair of hot-pink headphones from her desktop organizer, she opened her playlist and turned up the volume. She clicked on the speaker icon again, confused that her soothing neo-soul music wasn’t playing. She looked at Nathaniel, whose lips fought a smile. The delinquent had sabotaged her ear buds.