About The Book:
Title: One Week
Author: Elisabeth Staab
Michael Hale's company is in jeopardy. In the wake of his father's death and his transition to CEO, projects are circling the drain, and that could cost him everything. Come to find out, the consultant hired to fix things is the "one who got away" many years ago. This time he's playing for keeps, and he intends to win.
SHE SHOULD NEVER SAY NEVER…
Elise Jackson swore she wouldn't come near Michael Hale again. He sucker punched her professionally, and he broke her heart. Still, a job’s a job, and they can both be adults. But high emotion and late nights working lead to passion neither of them can deny.
They have one week. Can the two of them pull Michael's company out of the fire and heal their old wounds?
My Review:
My rating: 4 of 5 starsOne Week by Elisabeth Staab is the first book in her HaleStorm series.
So that awkward moment when you have to meet with someone you used to be infatuated with and once kissed when you were his intern and now you are a contractor working on a project for him. Welcome to Elise's awkward moment. Michael snubbed her five years ago when she took a leap and kissed him at a company picnic, he's regretted it ever since. When she turns out to be the contractor sent in to help pul his company out of the fire he's at a loss. Pretend it never happened, ignore the ever growing feelings she's stirring in him?
A fast-paced romantic tale with just enough plot twists to keep it interesting, but not too many it will distract from the romance. The characters are well fleshed and so perfectly flawed. I'm excited to see who the next HaleStorm book will be about.
Excerpt:
“I should have looked for you.” He wrapped his arms
around her and groaned aloud at the warmth and softness of her skin against
his. The rough texture of her nipples against his chest, the dampness of her hair
on his shoulder. “Just touching you makes me crazy. My God, Elise. I should
have known. Fuck, I did know, and I ignored it. I’m so goddamned stupid.”
“You’re not stupid.”
“I am stupid.” Michael gripped her hips—fucking luscious,
curvy hips—and ran his hands up that amazing hourglass arc in her waist and
over her shoulders, reveling in the magic of Elise’s hands giving him the same
treatment. “I’m stupid because I thought I could push you away all those years
ago and I’d forget and find someone else who turned me on as much as your hand
bumping my knee under a cubicle desk. Christ, I tried to tell myself it was all
innocent, but I lived for every second.”
“Oh my God.” Elise’s eyes flew wide, her cheeks flushed
in the low light of her bedroom. “I had no idea.”
“You must have, if you gathered up the nerve to kiss me.”
He bent her back, one hand braced between her shoulders, the other gripping her
ass, trailing kisses along her jaw. Their only-for-tonight agreement be damned,
already he didn’t want to let her go.
“I hoped.” She gripped his shoulders, smiling. “If I’m
being honest, all that accidentally bumping your knee wasn’t so much an
accident.”
About the Author:
Elisabeth Staab still lives with her nose in a book and at least one foot in an imaginary world. She believes that all kinds of safe and sane love should be celebrated but she adores the fantasy-filled realm of paranormal romance the best. She lives in the Washington DC area with her family and one big scaredy cat, where she loves to spend time with good friends, go dancing, collect wacky coffee mugs from which to drink her favorite beverage, and sing off-key in her kitchen (when she isn’t making characters fall in love, that is).
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