Edie’s latest disaster, a teambuilding exercise gone facepalm wrong, leads to a knockdown drag-out with rival manager Bethany “The B”—or add the “Itch”—Blondelle. The incident is the last straw for Kirk. He sends Edie to management camp and to her shock, announces he will drive her there himself. She wonders why he would want eighteen hours of enforced intimacy with her, even as she’s dazzled by his sparkling white smile and killer dimple.
Everett walks away from the confrontation with a headache. For years he has protected Edie from the fallout of her righteous crusading, but this may be the last time. A corporate backstabber is trying to eject Everett from his job. Even so, he’s looking forward to spending time on the drive with Edie, attracted to her sunny red curls, fiery personality and fine dark eyes.
Then a snowstorm forces them to seek shelter in an empty mountain cabin. Edie thinks she will take the lead in wilderness survival but Kirk proves more durable than his Italian loafers and silk sweater would suggest. The extended stay rubs them together in all sorts of ways, kindling emotional and physical flames. But when their corporate shells burn away, what secrets will be revealed?
~EXCERPT~
Smack in the middle of the workday, because her brain was fried, Edith Ellen Rowan made her computer chirp Old MacDonald. Naturally that got her into trouble with The Bitch.At first, Edie didn’t even register the problem. Four sunny bars bee-booped before it hit her—her computer was playing a children’s nursery song in an office full of conservative, nitpicky ears. Houghton Howell Enterprises was staid like an insurance company’s gray suit (fun was something you had on the golf course, or once a year at the Christmas party, but never ever on the job).“Suck it to shell.” Edie hit the escape key. As ee-eye-ohhh died, she braced against the proverbial fan scattering the proverbial manure in the form of Bethany Blondelle, known to most of the company as The ‘B’ if they were feeling kindly, adding the ‘itch’ if they were not.Shoulders hunched and breath held, Edie waited. She’d only been trying to motivate her people. Managing a team of programmers at HHE, a firm that sold innovative (read: expensive) solutions in accounting for large companies (read: deep pockets) wasn’t easy. Her team members were getting as fried as she, and so she’d proposed the music-writing contest.Nothing happened. Edie gradually relaxed.The Star Spangled Banner burst lustily from Jack’s cubicle next door. Edie groaned.“What the HELL is that NOISE?” Bethany had her vocal caps lock on again. This would be bad. “Who’s making all that racket? Edie? Edie!”Edie face-palmed. The contest was supposed to be a bit of fun, not cause for Armageddon. She’d have preferred to ignore The B, but“Bethany” and “proactive” were so synonymous they were hyperlinked on Wikipedia.Sure enough, a long leg popped through the opening of Edie’s cubicle, followed by the lady herself in eye-bleeding red. Bethany’s fashion sense was from the DoMeHard channel. Her snappy skirts were hemmed just below her panty line. Today’s suit also featured a plunging sweetheart neckline, a chunky citrine necklace getting suffocated in her Wonder-enhanced cleavage. Her long, sleek hair was dyed crayon yellow #6.Edie looked down at her own lacy teal tee, navy pants and wool blazer and wondered if she was underdressed.Nah.“What is the meaning of this racket?” Bethany leaned on Edie’s desk, looming over her. Invading personal space—“A” in the ABCs of corporate dominance.“Project Pleiades. We had a month to deadline—until your good buddy Junior chopped that to a week.”“Respect, Edie. Mr.Howell, not ‘Junior.’”“I’ll respect Mr.Pharaoh Howell when he respects the workers. That deadline is a nightmare. My team has been working twelve-hour days and more. I’ve tried to push back, but you know Junior. Only the Evil Overlord can buck him.”“Stop it.” Bethany tossed her head, a fleeting remnant of the girl Edie once knew. “The issue is not our executives. The issue is that...racket.” She waved her hand toward Jack’s cubicle, where the anthem was on its final verse.“Handling Stress 101, Bethany. Work on something else.”“Playing music on company time?” Bethany glared down her high-bridged nose.“Stupidity 101. You should listen to me if you want to go anywhere in this company.” She pointed to her cleavage, fingertip disappearing to the first knuckle. “After all, my team’s twice the size of yours.”“Bigger isn’t better. It’s all about how you use it.” Edie grinned. “How about you run your team and I’ll run mine?”“You don’t run your team.” Bethany sneered. “They run you.”“It’s called empowerment.” Edie took pride in her outspoken team. She wanted her grandparents, hard-core sixties protesters, to be proud of her. They’d raised her from a little girl when her parents had died, and she loved them to pieces. “It’s a proven management style.”Jack’s computer shifted to A Hundred Bottles of Beer.“Management?” One corner of Bethany’s perfect lips curled.“The only management I see is mis-management.”“Ba-dum-bum.” Edie was suddenly tired of the whole conversation.And, as Jack’s computer continued to tweet bottles down, doubt gnawed at her. It was quite a racket.“Other people are trying to work.” Bethany went for the kill. “Keep your hooligans under control or I’m going to have to tell Mr. Kirk.”Edie suppressed a moan. Of all the straight-laced overbearing big shots at HHE, Edward Everett Kirk, president and CEO, was the biggest, straight-laciest. Like laced corsets...naughty corsets in Kirk’s competent hands—“The way you two fight, it’s only a matter of time before he gets fed up and fires you.” Mme La B’itch drew a red-enameled nail across her slim throat.Edie winced. “It’s called ‘corporate unfriending’ now. And I couldn’t help the janitor incident. Or the thing with the Super Soaker. Look, I’ll talk to my people. Just cut us some slack, okay? We’ve been working ridiculous hours.”“Edie, you idiot. Has it ever occurred to you that your ridiculous hours are because of you?”Them’s fightin’ words. Edie raised narrowed eyes. “I beg your pardon?”Bethany leaned knuckles on the desk. “Only one kind of project manager confuses effort with efficiency: a bad one.”“Enough.” Edie jumped to her feet, nearly head-butting Bethany. “Outside. Now.”“And freeze my butt off? Hardly.” Bethany’s nose was inches from Edie’s. “You have absolutely no decorum, do you? That shouldn’t surprise me, considering the hippies who raised you.”Edie lost it. “My grandparents were heroes! They fought for what they believed in, rallied at protest marches—”“Pretty stories. Your grandpa was a long-haired unwashed bum. Your grandma wasn’t much better than a free love hooker.”Edie snarled. “Now you listen here, you b—”“If Mr. Kirk were here—”“Mr. Kirk,” a deep voice rang with power, “is here. And I want to know what, precisely, is going on.”
I’m really excited to have Mary Hughes stop by and answer some questions for me today, about Edie and the CEO. If you’re like me, you were laughing while reading the excerpt above. I’ve been told the rest of the book is just as funny and that you shouldn’t try to drink anything while reading it. Now, on to the interview.
Hi, Mary. Thank you for taking the time to stop by and answer some questions for me.
Thank you, Kim, for having me here today! Love your banner, by the way.
Thank you very much. Edie and the CEO is your first step into the Contemporary romance genre. For those who don’t know, you typically write paranormal romance. Did you find it easier or harder to write?
Easier by far. There’s no world building to do so there are fewer explanations dragging the story down.
I read an excerpt on your website for the book. It actually left me with my mouth open... Oh my gosh.. What was your inspiration for the book?
Thanks for the kind words. (Smiles) The short answer? The story is my own experience as a child of the 60s finding a job in the 80s & the humorous clash of hippies meeting the material world. Edie’s passionate about workers’ rights, which gets her in trouble with sexy CEO Everett Kirk.
The longer and more serious answer is that I was the youngest in my family, so was aware of the 60s (and early 70s) through my older sibs. It was a time of protest and change, of dreams and conflict and most of all environmental awareness and grassroots uprisings. But by the time I went for my computer degree in the 80s, that had about-faced to the world typified in Madonna’s “Material Girl”. I personally faced the struggle of my grassroots ideals versus feeding my family and getting ahead in my career. Just as Edie does in the story, I had to go through a lot of conflict to find the right balance.
What three things should we know about Edie and Everett?
-Edie is brash and crusading and cares deeply about her people.
-Everett is more complex, having weathered corporate infighting. But he wasn’t always a suit and has a number of secrets, including his discreetly siding with Edie in the employee-management corporate tug of war.
-Edie and Everett’s bickering is the squabbling friction before the physical flames ignite. (Big Smile)
What do you want readers to take away from the book, besides sore cheeks, because they laughed so hard?
You’re too kind! The best thing about writing is touching another person’s life. I feel that if my stories take readers away from their troubles for a little while, I’ve done my job. (Smile)
Thank you again Mary. I’m looking forward to reading this book and laughing very hard. I’ve already been warned to not drink anything, because my drink will end up on my Kindle or the floor. (Smile)
Thanks again, Kim.
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I love books that make me laugh. Thank you for the giveaway, Mary.
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ReplyDeleteThank you both for your kind words! My special thanks to Kim for her great interview and for hosting my book blog and giveaway today at Read Your Writes :D
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