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Submitting to the Boss: A West Coast Hotwifing Novel, Book 2

Series: West Coast Hotwifing , Book 2.0
By: Jasmine Haynes | Other books by Jasmine Haynes
      Jennifer Skully | Other books by Jennifer Skully
Published By: Jasmine Haynes
Published: Apr 20, 2012
ISBN # JSMHNS0000003
Word Count: 37,000
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Eligible Price: $2.99

Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Mobipocket (.mobi), Epub

Categories: Romance>Multiple Partners Romance>BDSM Romance>Erotic Romance


Submitting to the Boss: A West Coast Hotwifing Novel, Book 2 (West Coast Hotwifing) by Jasmine Haynes, Jennifer Skully - Romance>Multiple Partners eBook

Book 2 of the sensual West Coast series from NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Jasmine Haynes.

A Romantic Times Red-Hot Read!

In “Revenge” (Book 1 in the West Coast Series), Ruby Williams broke a few too many rules. Now, she’ll get her comeuppance in “Submitting to the Boss”.

Ruby completely underestimated her live-in lover. She thought she had him wrapped around her little finger, and she could do anything she wanted without any consequences. Now she’s just another dumped woman bemoaning her fate.

Then her boss, West Coast Manufacturing’s CEO Holt Montgomery, calls her into his office and gives her the punishment she so richly deserves.

Holt is determined to show Ruby the error of her ways with his own special brand of dominance and submission. Her sexuality now belongs to him, and he’ll give her permission as to when, where, how, and with whom she’ll use it. And Ruby suddenly discovers she likes following a man’s rules, especially those of her sexy boss. But she still won’t let a man have the upper hand.

Can their naughty affair move from casual fun with the boss to something more lasting? Or will Ruby learn her lessons a little too late?

“Submitting to the Boss” is a contemporary romance of approximately 37,000 words.

The book contains the following bonus material:
Excerpts from “Somebody’s Lover,” “Take Your Pleasure,” and “She’s Gotta Be Mine” by Jennifer Skully (Jasmine’s alter ego).

This book contains content intended for mature readers


“An erotic, emotional adventure of discovery you don’t want to miss.” Lora Leigh, New York Times bestselling author

“Super sexy...” Bella Andre, author of The Sullivans series

“Kudos to Jasmine and please continue to turn up the heat!!!” When Pen Met Paper Reviews

“Incredibly moving and utterly sensual!” Reader to Reader Reviews

“Characters [that] grab you by the throat and won’t let go.” Romance Junkies

“Jasmine Haynes ... knows how to get your pulse racing and your temperature rising!” Romance Reader at Heart
Reader Rating:   1.0 star (1 Ratings)
Sensuality Rating:   lip
“Ruby, in my office, now,” Holt Montgomery barked over the intercom.

Ruby Williams pressed her lips together, staring at the offending device. It was just before five on Monday, and Ruby always left at five. But she pushed the Talk button obediently. “Yes, Holt.”

She hadn’t found a decent apartment and had been living in a hotel for over a week, since the day Clay kicked her out of his house. All the rumors being bandied about last week had been squashed, and the demise of her three-year relationship with the CFO hadn’t yet made it to West Coast Manufacturing’s gossip mill, but her boss, Holt Montgomery, knew. She couldn’t be sure if Clay had told him the specific reasons why, but they’d been friends and coworkers for twenty years, the last ten at West Coast, where Clay was CFO to Holt’s CEO. It stood to reason Clay had told Holt. And Holt had been treating her...differently. There was a new hardness in his tone when he spoke to her. Like now. Before, Holt would have asked if she had a minute. It was a subtle difference, true, but there were other signs. He hadn’t joked with her. He’d rarely smiled at her. Holt had always been an easy-going boss from the day she’d started as his executive admin a little over four years ago. Now, it seemed that not only had she screwed up her living arrangements, she’d screwed over her job as well.

There was nothing to do but pick up her pad and pencil and go into his office the way he demanded.

Behind his big mahogany desk, surround by report folders and his two computer monitors with which he effectively multitasked, Holt Montgomery looked like a captain at the helm of his battle ship. At fifty-two with a head of thick steel gray hair and the fit, muscular body of a man fifteen years younger, his bearing inspired respect, awe, and even fear.

Ruby had always felt the respect and awe, but today, there was also a smidgen of fear.

“Close the door,” he ordered, his voice deep and hard-edged.

Ruby jumped to do his bidding. Her smaller office was an annex to his much larger one. In many respects, she was his guard dog, vetting all his calls and his visitors. She had to admit she liked the power in that, but with the door closed and the scowl on his face, she wasn’t feeling particularly powerful.

She’d lost so much more than she could have imagined when Clay kicked her out.

“Sit.” Holt pointed at the chair dead center before his desk.

It was one of the conference chairs, and that wasn’t its normal place. His office was spacious with a six-man conference table, coffee service trolley, and a sofa grouping by the large window, all this in addition to his massive mahogany desk. He conducted meetings, entertained customers, and signed multimillion dollar deals in this domain.

But that chair was out of place, and Ruby’s tension ratcheted higher. Clay was paying for the hotel, but he wouldn’t do that forever. She had to find a new place, and she needed a job in order to sign a lease.

Holt wouldn’t fire her because of what happened with Clay. Would he?

She sat, wishing she’d worn something more circumspect. But Ruby didn’t own anything circumspect. Her skirts were short, and her tops had plunging necklines. Holt had never complained.

He stared at her silently. He didn’t even seem to blink, just regarded her with piercing eyes so dark they were almost black. Holt was the only man in the world who made Ruby’s palms sweat. Most men she could wrap around her little finger, even Clay—at least until last week. But never Holt. She’d always felt subordinate to Holt, and funnily enough—probably because of her respect for him—it had never been an unpleasant feeling. Until now.

“What can I do for you, Holt?” Her voice seemed to crack and her mouth was dry.

Finally, he spoke. “You’ve been a very bad girl.”

Submitting to the Boss: A West Coast Hotwifing Novel, Book 2

By: Jasmine Haynes, Jennifer Skully