Fate's Arrow: Soulmates Book 2

Fate's Arrow (Soulmates Book 2)
Jenna Caylon is tired of her infuriating boss calling her a homewrecker and a heartless hussy. He couldn't be more wrong.

Her New Year's Resolution: Force Archer to acknowledge the truth about her. An apology would be nice.

She can't deny the zing of attraction, but it would never work. Word around the office has it Archer is a forever kind of guy, while Jenna is bone-deep committed to staying uncommitted.

But when Jenna confronts Archer, sparks will fly, buttons will pop, and Archer's favorite office chair will never be the same.

It seems Fate has a plan for them.
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Note: Although this is the second book in a series ( Their Wish List is the first in the series), it can be read as a standalone novel.

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Warning : How to describe the relationship between Jenna and Archer? Dark. Passionate. Raunchy. No-holds-barred. Shockingly romantic. Keep a fan handy - for yourself and your e-reader. When these two give in to passion, nothing is forbidden. You've been warned.

Rated "Oh my goodness" for explicit language. For mature readers, 18 and older.
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From the book :
Sometimes I wish I looked more like my best friend, Aiden. She's pretty and studious-looking. People naturally assume she's smart. I'm almost 6 feet tall, blond, and I've been told several times (usually while a guy is groping me) I look like I just had fabulous sex. Something about how my facial features are arranged, I guess.

I've used my looks to my advantage when I can, because hey, you gotta make the best use of your assets. It still pisses me off that I have to keep proving my intelligence.

Not that I've ever had to prove my intelligence to Archer. He's never shown the slightest personal interest in me or any other of his female employees. I don't think he poaches from his own preserve. But he also went through a messy divorce the year before I got here. Word is, he doesn't date at all.

Archer's office is on the second floor, all the way at the end of the hall. That floor is all about wowing clients. Richly carpeted hallways. Gorgeous wood paneling. Framed paintings by Montana artists on the walls.

I paused outside his door. It's solid enough you have to give it a good whack to be heard. My hand hovered in the air for a second before I took a final deep breath and smacked it hard.

The door jerked open a few seconds later. Archer stared at me, brows lowered in a massive scowl. "Jenna? What are you doing here?" he rumbled.

I should explain that Archer is big.

Not only tall - at 6 foot 6 inches, he's one of the few men I know taller than me even when I'm wearing my Badgley Mischka 5-inch heels. He's also built like a bull. Broad shoulders, deep chest. Oh, and a bass voice. When he talks, unless he's roaring, he's rumbling. Or growling.

He's hot as hell. It pisses me off that I find him so attractive, especially when he acts like I'm dirt under his size 13 boots.

"Can I come in?" I asked. My voice was steady, thank God.

He stepped back, opening the door and waving me in. I've only been in there a handful of times. It's set up like a combination home office and living room.