Clara & Jack · Book 8
Romantic Comedy · Spicy
Well, Damn. We’re Married!
Revised edition of “Jack and Clara in Escort Fever”
He controls everything. Except her.
He orders closeness from a catalog. She runs his calendar. Then the order form starts describing HER.
Jack Thornton, real-estate mogul, has everything under control: the company, the thermostat (twenty-one degrees), the coaster (dead center). Only his feelings are outsourced, to a discreet agency, meticulously logged in a red leather book.
Clara Higgins has lost everything except her sense of order. When he hires her as his secretary, she makes two vows: stay professional, and never sign blind again.
Then the booking confirmation for Sunday, eight p.m., lands in her hands. Honey-blonde. Sky-blue eyes. Seamed pantyhose. Jasmine and cedarwood. Jack has ordered a lookalike of her.
A defiant “I do” that he logs as a binding contract. A marriage by mistake. A council of wives who refill their glasses once too often. And a secretary who delivers her boss exactly the woman he ordered. On her terms.
What happens when a man who can pay for anything loses control for the first time?
Boss and secretary · Marriage by mistake · A control freak coming undone · Humor, heart, and heat · Guaranteed happy ending
Sizzling, cheeky, and no fade to black: a romantic comedy that makes you laugh out loud and forget to breathe.