Biting Oz

Edie and the CEO


Contemporary romance. Fun, short, and sensual.

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Passionate Edie Rowan wants to make her Sixties protester grandparents proud. But championing the little guy gets her in trouble with sexy CEO Everett Kirk. Kirk is Mr. Ultra-Executive with his rich suits and eyes the steel blue of a finely tempered sword.

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. It’s the last straw for Kirk. He sends Edie to management camp and to her shock, announces he’ll drive her there himself.

Eighteen hours alone with Kirk’s sparkling white smile and killer dimple? How will Edie resist his smooth charm? Then a snowstorm forces them to seek shelter in an empty mountain cabin and she’s alone with a lot more than his smile.

A corporate backstabber is trying to eject Everett from his job. He should be frantic at being stranded. But Edie’s fiery personality and fine dark eyes make him want to play the mountain man for her. Even their bickering warms to banter. Their extended stay rubs them together in all sorts of ways, kindling emotional and physical flames until their corporate shells burn away. Secrets are revealed that seem harmless…until Edie and Everett return to civilization.

AJ Recommended Read

Reviews for Edie and the CEO

AJ RR"Edie 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." ~AJ For Blackraven's Reviews







Purest Delight "I have come to associate the writing of Mary Hughes with being fun, exciting and a little naughty. Edie and the CEO was no exception. A little mystery, a little fun and a whole lot of love." ~Kitty Angel for Guilty Pleasures Book Review




"…from the get-go, I was laughing out loud…continue to gush over this book…" ~ Dee's Book Blog

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"Sexy, fast-paced and fun." ~Amy Brantley, A Girl and Her Kindle

An excerpt from

Edie and the CEO

Copyright 2013 Mary Hughes All rights reserved — a Crimson Romance publication

Edie 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.

Chapter One

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.”

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