Ms. Bravo And The Boss

Ms. Bravo And The Boss
Christine Rimmer

BEAUTY AND THE… MAN WHO'LL NEVER LET HER GO.On paper, this should have been the perfect arrangement.Elise Bravo needed a job, desperately. And soldier-turned-thriller-writer Jed Walsh burned through (almost literally it turned out) assistants like hellfire through brimstone. Turned out he had some…unusual work habits to go along with his giant talent and ego. He threw knives to relax. He cleaned his guns as he acted out scenes. And more than anything, he hated cats…Enter Elise, crack typist, master plotter, and perfect for the live-in job in every way but one…two if you count Mr. Wiggles, her furry companion. For though Jed had sworn he would never get "involved" with a woman who worked for him, it took only a day or two with the perfectly professional, pencil skirt-wearing Bravo beauty to realize that he needed to keep Elise–in his bed, in his house, and in his life. And the first step was building Mr. Wiggles a catio–because maybe there was more than one way for Jed to make Elise his?

Beauty And The...Man Who’ll Never Let Her Go

Elise Bravo needed a job, desperately. And soldier turned thriller writer Jed Walsh burned through—almost literally, it turned out—assistants like hellfire through brimstone. Turned out he had some...unusual work habits to go along with his giant talent and ego. He threw knives to relax. He cleaned his guns as he acted out scenes. And more than anything, he hated cats...

Enter Elise, crack typist, master plotter and perfect for the live-in job in every way but one...two if you counted Mr. Wiggles, her furry companion. For though Jed had sworn he would never get “involved” with a woman who worked for him, it took only a day or two with the perfectly professional, pencil skirt–wearing Bravo beauty to realize that his interest in Elise broke all the rules. He had to make her his—even if he had to win over her kitty to do it...

“What are you staring at?”

“You.” He thought of the feel of Elise in his arms, the scent of her that he would know anywhere—and it hit him like the proverbial bolt from the blue.

He was going about this all wrong. Staying away from her in order to keep her made no sense at all.

He needed to get closer.

Closer. Dear God. He would love that.

Too bad he was no good at all that love and romance crap. And if he went for it with Elise and it blew up in his face, where would he be then? Zero and two—and minus the assistant who made it all hang together.

“Jed.” She’d reached the table and now stood over him, watching him, her smile indulgent, her eyes so bright. “What’s going on in that big brain of yours?”

“Not a thing.”

“Liar. You’ve got your scary face on—give me your plate. I’ll warm it up.”

He handed it over. He watched her walk away. Always a pleasure, watching Elise walk away.

What would it be like, him and Elise, living together, working together, sleeping in the same bed night after night? He was starting to think he really needed to find out.

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The Bravos of Justice Creek:

Where bold hearts collide under Western skies

Ms. Bravo and the Boss

Christine Rimmer

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

CHRISTINE RIMMER came to her profession the long way around. She tried everything from acting to teaching to telephone sales. Now she’s finally found work that suits her perfectly. She insists she never had a problem keeping a job—she was merely gaining “life experience” for her future as a novelist. Christine lives with her family in Oregon. Visit her at www.christinerimmer.com (http://www.christinerimmer.com).

For Nalria Wisdom Gaddy, who knows the names of all the flowers and never fails to brighten my day. Nalria, this one’s for you.

Contents

Cover (#u827c2e28-fd9c-559f-b22c-67ac290c9257)

Back Cover Text (#ua084a44b-2dde-55ba-bd54-1d1f30841460)

Introduction (#u4d4be01f-757b-5c3a-b338-aec7bae001a8)

Title Page (#u28e564a5-9561-56da-8caa-cf60af90c55e)

About the Author (#uf1407a0d-14d0-56bc-a458-43773885e380)

Dedication (#ucec9cbaa-bcd0-5d77-bfbb-85798f3f2109)

Chapter One (#u0daca5dd-af04-54da-b099-80bfa8a2998b)

Chapter Two (#u200d6fc0-6384-5406-ab81-ce0feb7a63a7)

Chapter Three (#u9b655110-560e-5437-95d9-3717915ff3c9)

Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Extract (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter One (#uca5fbb02-4f53-562a-9d43-4d64382797c8)

Elise Bravo wanted a bath. A long, relaxing one. With lots of bubbles. She longed to shed every stitch and pile her hair up on her head. To grab a juicy paperback romance and sink into her slipper tub, the one she’d had specially installed in the big master bath of her two-bedroom apartment above her catering shop in the gorgeous old brick building she co-owned with her best friend, Tracy.

Unfortunately, Elise’s beautiful slipper tub was no more. Neither was her apartment. Her business? Gone, too. Three months ago, the historic building on Central Street in her hometown of Justice Creek, Colorado, had burned to the ground.

As for her lifelong best friend? Tracy had moved to Seattle to start a whole new life.

Now, Elise lived in a tiny rented studio apartment over Deeliteful Donuts on the less attractive end of Creekside Drive. The studio had a postage stamp of a bathroom—with a shower, no tub.