Campaign For Love

Tired of being hassled over her gorgeous looks, Suzanna Sills disguises herself by dressing down in order to get a wonderful new job in a top-notch advertising agency. However, she soon begins to regret her frumpy new appearance when she has to work side by side with the gorgeous Quentin Pierce.

Quentin hasn't failed to notice that his talented new co-worker has more to her than meets the eye. But office intrigues get them both into a spin. Is Suzanna really the marketing genius she appears to be? Or is she a corporate spy set out to destroy the agency from within?

Only by learning to trust one another can they avoid losing the biggest ad campaign of their lives. But do they dare trust their hearts as well? Are Suzanna and Quentin willing to risk all for the sake of the fiery passion that flares between them every time they meet?

The more she gets to know her elusive new boss, the more Suzanna is determined to get her way in both the boardroom and the bedroom, making them both winners in this battle of the sexes one if they choose to join forces and campaign for love...

An excerpt from the novel:
"God, Suzanna," he breathed, "you're the most incredible woman I've ever seen!"

Suzanna stood motionless in the dim light that concealed her flaming cheeks, but not her rapid breathing, or the deep rise and fall of her breasts under the filmy material as she stood before him in her lace and silk robe.

Her ragged breathing finally seemed to bring Quentin to his senses. He stopped his hand midway before he did the unthinkable, and summoning all his strength, resisted the temptation to pull her into his own room and spread her on his bed as he had ached to for so long. Instead, he retreated back behind the safety of the box hedge that divided their private terraces and heaved a ragged sigh.

"I seem to be apologizing to you all the time, Suzanna. I had no right to invade your privacy, or to ogle you. I couldn't blame you if you despised me."

She laughed bitterly. "Am I really that unattractive, that you can't bear to touch me? Just when I thought we were getting past all the strain of working together and starting to become, well, friends?"

"No, of course you're not unattractive! What did I just say to you? What were we just doing a moment ago? Surely that must tell you how I think of you."

"They stop talking, and just start feeling." With more bravado than she really felt, she opened the lacy robe and let it drop to the floor. She stood like a voluptuous nymph bathed in moonlight, her wide, sensuous mouth curved in an inviting smile.

Summoning up all her courage, she held out her arms to the man she ached for in a silent plea....