One hot mess. One hot boss. One too many hot encounters...
Catastrophe Queen, an all-new hilarious office romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Emma Hart is available now!
No, seriously. It is me. Not only does my name literally mean “unfortunate,” but that’s the story of my life.
Everything I touch turns to cr*p. An apartment fire—that I swear I was not responsible for—means I’m living back at home with my s*x-mad parents. Yay, me!
Which is why I need my new job as personal assistant to Cameron Reid to get back on my feet. Three months in this job and I can move back out and, hopefully, remember to turn off my flat iron once in a while.
Ahem.
On paper, my job is easy. Make coffee. Book appointments. Keep everything in order.
Until I walk in on my boss, half-naked, wearing nothing but the kind of tiny white towel that dreams are made of.
Now, nothing is easy—except our mutual attraction. But he’s my boss, and you know what they say about mixing work and pleasure: unless you do p*rn, it’s just not worth it.
Or is it?
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With a sigh, I checked my phone for the time and headed for the door. I was going to end up at home earlier than I’d planned, and I needed to check with my mom to make sure there wasn’t anything kinky happening somewhere in the house.
I’d considered bleaching my eyes enough in the last few weeks, thank you.
I was fairly sure I was safe because my grandfather and great aunt were coming to stay to celebrate Grandpa’s eightieth birthday. It was still a miracle my exhibitionist mother shared DNA with either of them. Unlike her, they were reserved, polite, and didn’t flash their flesh in the hopes of getting out of a speeding ticket.
Really, it was no wonder I was a walking disaster.
I pulled up my messages and clicked on my mom’s name. My thumb was poised to type the burning question of whether or not it was safe to come home when I glanced up.
And saw the car screeching to a stop, mere inches from me.
I screamed and stepped back. My heel caught on the curb, sending me toppling backward, and both my coffee and phone went flying. My cup slammed against the sidewalk, splattering hot liquid everywhere right as I managed to save my phone from certain death by concrete.
My heart was beating so fast it should have exploded, and adrenaline raced through my veins. I gripped my phone against me so tightly that the edges pressed painfully into my skin.
Oh my God.
I’d just almost died.
Maybe slightly dramatic, but I probably wasn’t far wrong. I didn’t even know I’d stepped into the road. When had that happened? Had I really been in that deep into my own little world that I hadn’t even checked for traffic?
Dear God.
How was I still alive?
The back door to the sleek, black car that somehow hadn’t run me over swung open. From my vantage position on the sidewalk, the first thing I saw was a pair of shiny, black shoes attached to legs wearing perfectly-pressed, light gray dress pants.
I dragged my gaze up from the feet, over the door of the perfectly clean car, and stared at the most beautiful man known to humankind.
Thick, dark, wavy hair covered his head, curling over his ears. Lashes the same dark shade of brown framed impossibly bright-blue eyes that regarded me with a mixture of shock and concern, and my ovaries about exploded when he rubbed a large hand over full pink lips and a stubbled, strong jaw.
“Miss—I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”
Scrambling to my feet as he approached me, I tugged down the leg of my pants and grabbed my pursed. “Yes. I mean—it was my fault. I wasn’t paying attention. I’m sorry.”
He let go of the car door, showing broad shoulders and just how well that gray suit was tailored to him, and picked up my coffee cup. “All the same, I think we can share blame. Are you sure you’re not hurt?”
Just my dignity, and by this point, I was running low on it anyway.
I shifted, taking a step back. “I’m fine, really. Thank you.”
“Can I replace your coffee? Give you a ride anyway to apologize?” His expression was so earnest, his concern so genuine that I almost gave in.
Almost.
I had almost walked into the front of his car, then proceeded to embarrass myself in front of everyone on the street.
“No, no, it’s fine. I’m not far from home.” I clutched my phone and purse straps a little harder. “Again, thank you, but I should be going.”
He nodded as if he understood. “Uh, miss? Did you drop something there?”
My eyes followed the direction Mr. Dreamboat was pointing. On the side of the road, tucked against the curb, was a pair of white, cotton panties with flamingos on them.
My white, cotton panties with flamingos on them.
Swallowing, I met his bright eyes and shook my head. Dear God, please don’t let me blush. “No. I’ve never seen them before.” I backed up a little more. “Thank you for not running me over.”
Mr. Dreamboat grinned, his eyes brightening with his smile. “I’d never be able to forgive myself if I’d been responsible for running over someone as beautiful as you.” He glanced toward my panties, then winked at me.
There was no doubting that I was blushing this time around.
You could fry eggs on my cheeks.
So I did the only thing any self-respecting, twenty-five-year-old woman who’d just almost been run over, tripped, and dropped her dirty panties could do.
I ran.
But only like two blocks, because I was in heels, and I had the fitness levels of a hippo.
Then I grabbed a cab.
There is no denying the attraction between them, and Mal's hilarious klutziness keeps things fun.
Definitely one click this one.
This is a romantic comedy, which if you have read this author before you know she is on point when writing this type of genre. The only thing I can say I felt was missing from this book was more steam.. it had its great plot and flowing story but lacked the lusty steam for me that I am used to seeing from this author. That being said I would give this story a 3.5 stars and but would still recommend to others.
Mallory is the definition of a "Klutz"... she knows it and everyone around her knows it... when she looses her job and "accidentally" burns down her apartment she finds herself living with her parents again. She finally gets a job and is determined not to mess up so she can save to move out.. what she didn't expect was her boss to be hot has Haiti's!
Cameron needs a new assistant, he has already got rid of three of them so is reluctant to attempt again with the new girl... but what he finds in Mallory is so much more... but will the "boss" and "employee" relationship keep them apart??
Get to one clicking to see what happens!
I haven't related to a character more than I relate to Mallory. She is a klutz to the nth degree but endearing all the same. She just seems to have bad luck. But things are hopefully looking up as she lands a job interview and then said job. Only problem is, her boss is hot. But Mallory is determined to keep it professional.
Cameron can't seem to get his quirky, klutzy new assistant out of his mind. Not only is he attracted to her but she is very good at her job and helping him. I mean she'd have to be good at talking to crazy people, cause her family is over the top. So Cameron is determined to take Mallory on a date and see where it goes.
Definitely pick up this hilarious read. You'll laugh and you'll swoon.
Mallory is the definition of a "Klutz"... she knows it and everyone around her knows it... when she looses her job and "accidentally" burns down her apartment she finds herself living with her parents again. She finally gets a job and is determined not to mess up so she can save to move out.. what she didn't expect was her boss to be hot has Haiti's!
Cameron needs a new assistant, he has already got rid of three of them so is reluctant to attempt again with the new girl... but what he finds in Mallory is so much more... but will the "boss" and "employee" relationship keep them apart??
Get to one clicking to see what happens!
Cameron can't seem to get his quirky, klutzy new assistant out of his mind. Not only is he attracted to her but she is very good at her job and helping him. I mean she'd have to be good at talking to crazy people, cause her family is over the top. So Cameron is determined to take Mallory on a date and see where it goes.
Definitely pick up this hilarious read. You'll laugh and you'll swoon.
Emma Hart is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty novels and has been translated into several different languages. She is a mother, wife, lover of wine, Pink Goddess, and valiant rescuer of wild baby hedgehogs. Emma prides herself on her realistic, snarky smut, with comebacks that would make a PMS-ing teenage girl proud. Yes, really. She's that sarcastic.
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