and the CEO by Mary Hughes is a pure delight. The dialogue is fresh,
fun, and witty, the suspense is just enough to pique your curiosity,
and the love is so endearing that it will make your heart sing…This is
one magnificent story that you don’t want to miss. Bravo Ms. Hughes!
You’ve hit a home run with Edie and the CEO and I’ll definitely be
recommending it to my friends."
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An excerpt from
Edie and the CEO
Copyright © 2013 Mary
Hughes All rights reserved — a Crimson Romance publication
wants to make her 60s protester grandparents proud. But
championing the little guy gets her in trouble with sexy CEO Everett
Kirk. Someone's trying to force Everett out of his job, and Edie's
latest escapade hasn't helped. A snowstorm and an empty cabin makes
them confront their attraction.
Enjoy this excerpt from Edie and the CEO
“Other people are trying to work,
Edie.” Bethany went for the
kill. “Keep your hooligans under control or I’m going to have to tell
Edie suppressed a moan. Of all the
overbearing big shots at HHE, Edward Everett Kirk, president and CEO,
biggest, straight-laciest. Like laced corsets...naughty corsets in
“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
Edie winced. “It’s called ‘corporate
unfriending’ now. And I
couldn’t help the janitor incident. Or the thing with the Super Soaker.
I’ll talk to my people. Just cut us some slack, okay? We’ve been
“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,
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
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
bum. Your grandma wasn’t much better than a free love hooker.”
Edie snarled. “Now you listen here,
“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.”
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