Monday, May 1, 2017



Wanted: Personal Buffer

Often snarly, workaholic executive seeks “buffer” from annoying outside distractions AKA people. Free spirits with personal boundary issues, excessive quirks, or general squeamishness need not apply. Salary negotiable. Confidentiality required.

Workaholic billionaire Sawyer Carlyle may have joked he needed a buffer from their marriage-obsessed mom, but he didn’t need a waiting room filled with candidates to further distract him. (Thanks, bro.) But when a sexy job applicant shooes his mom and the socialite in tow out of his office, Sawyer sees the genius of the plan. And the woman. In fact, Miss Clover Lee might just get the fastest promotion in history, from buffer to fake fiancĂ©...

This free-spirit might look like hot sunshine and lickable rainbows, but she negotiates like a pitbull. Before Sawyer knows what hit him, he’s agreed to give up Friday nights for reality tv, his Saturdays for flea markets (why buy junk still baffles him), his Tuesdays and Thursdays for date nights (aka panty-losing opportunities if he plays his cards right). And now she wants lavender bath salts and tulips delivered every Monday?
Yup, she’s just screwing with him. Good thing she’s got this non-negotiable six-weeks-and-she’s-gone rule or Sawyer may have just met this match…

The second I read this blurb I knew I wanted to try this book. It sounded fun-a billionaire who needs a buffer from his mom and hires someone for the role? Sign me up. Of course there has to be more to the story-and there was. The book had me chuckling, smirking and sighing. Overall, it was a fun read for me.

I liked Clover. She was pure fun for me to read. She was just what workaholic Sawyer needed. Clover offers up fun, friendship, and definitely attraction. From the moment I met her on the page I had a smile on my face. I admired and respected her goals and what she was doing to attain them-even if they were unconventional. Her life experiences (I don't want to spoil some of her other jobs in life because I think they're fun) all help to build who she is as a person. 

Sawyer was everything I expected him to be. Focused on work and a shrewd negotiator. I didn't expect the soft side of him to run so deep-but I positively loved it. He wasn't prepared in any way for Clover, which made their relationship that much more fun from the get go.

The chemistry between them is undeniable. I liked their flirty banter, I liked their dates and their sexy times suited them perfectly. I loved how these two were total opposites but were 100% perfect for each other. I also love that the author flipped a general stereotype of having the man in a relationship be afraid of commitment/taking the next step and flipped it. You don't see that done often and it was done really well here.

The supporting characters in this book were interesting to me as well. I'd like to get a little more about Sawyer's brother, so I'm hoping that his story will get told. I would recommend this book and look forward to reading more from this author.


A teasing promise lit her eyes. "And I never would have guessed you didn't have any experience working with your hands." Now that was just a straight up lie. "I never said that. You know very well that I'm good with my hands." He reached out and tucked a stray blonde hair behind her ear, letting his touch linger. "Very good." Her breath caught, but she didn't move away as his fingers trailed down the soft column of her neck. Her pulse thrummed under his touch and one glance down at the hard peaks pushing against her thin T-shirt confirmed she was skating along the same fault line between sanity and lust that he was. "Are you flirting with me?" she asked, her voice breathy. "No." He didn't flirt. That was Hudson. Sawyer was the grumpy brother. He never flirted. Still, his hand didn't drop from where he was touching her and he couldn't tear his gaze away from her perfect pink mouth. "Of course not." She leaned forward, cutting the distance between them, so close he could feel her soft breath against his skin. "That would violate the contract." The temptation to dip his head the few inches to kiss her had his entire body hard and wound tight with anticipation. Lust ran through him like a runaway freight train. The little voice in the back of his head screaming that this was a bad idea suffered the same fate as it had in the supply closet last night: death by ignoring. Clover Lee had that effect on him. It was going to be a very long month and a half. "The napkin didn't say anything about flirting," he said. No, he was totally free to give himself blue balls the size of watermelons every time he came near his personal buffer. "Ah-ha!" The triumphant sound escaped her lush lips as she straightened, expanding the space between them and dislodging his hand from her soft skin. "You are flirting." Was he? No. He was torturing himself. That was a very different sort of hell. "You take all the fun out of things." "No way." She shook her head, the movement letting a few more silky strands loose from the knot on the top of her head. "I am the definition of fun. If it wasn't for me, you'd still be in your office banging on your keyboard." "I don't bang." "Not me, you don't," She shot him a cocky smirk. "It's in the contract.”


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Avery Flynn is an award winning, USA Today bestselling romance author. She has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip. She was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.

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