Oh Stupid Heart





Having survived the Worst Week Ever,
Carrie is back, as adorable and likable as ever.
but still in love with her moody billionaire boss.
                            


Everyone keeps telling her it’s a train wreck looking to happen, but her heart wants what it wants. So despite the billion and one reasons not to, Carrie commits her heart to this inter-species relationship. But while she's off being trained for her new job responsibilities, a beautiful ex fiancĂ©e is working hard to get him back and Carrie fired.



So here's a glimpse into book 2



While Carrie's Worst Week Ever is officially over, her troubles have only begun.
 First she's hit with a major jealously bug. 
Blondes are coming out of the woodwork!
Take Angela, which Trent keeps calling Angel. She's constantly asking things that are none of her business.

And let's forget Coco. She pays Carrie's training instructor $20K to seduce her and get pictures. 




While Carrie doesn't think he's good looking, I think he's gorgeous. But he's also married so he's off my radar and thankfully Carrie's.





Carrie and Trent get a couple friend, but how long will that last? (Info not in the book: I've given Jon 3 of my novels to claim as his. I hope to publish them in 2014.)


Carrie shares way too much with the butler, Mars. But that is not entirely her fault. He did challenge her when she claimed she and Trent were taking it slow. "If you two are taking it slow, I cannot conceive what taking it fast might look like." So she explains, making him really sorry he raised the topic at all.

And of course, Trent goes nuclear over something, because he can't be nice all the time. But this time he upsets Carrie so much that she threatens to call the cops on him and my editor worries you will stop reading the book. (Please don't)


Things turn so bad at one point even Sam is nice to her. (He's been a jerk recently. While not directly mentioned in the book, Dawn has broken it off after Sam called her 'Carrie' while they were making love. Unlike Carrie who forgives all bad behavior, Dawn kicks him out and gets a new job.)


Despite Carrie's and Trent's breakup, in order to help Trent save his company, Carrie asks Dan, the recruiter, to get her an interview which she purposely blows.

Not only does she cause Dan to lose $40K in commissions, she dings his reputation. He wants compensation.

She hopes he doesn't mean sex, because she probably won't be able to do that for several years without bursting into tears remembering her time with Trent.

There you have it...
Her heart is broken and she blames herself for falling in love with a different species.

Will Carrie and Trent mend their misunderstandings?

Do we even want them to?
All will be revealed in Oh Stupid Heart.


Chapter 1

Carrie Hanson couldn’t believe it. Her four year sex-drought was about to end. She shivered in anticipation until a sinking dread over came her. What if I’ve forgotten what to do?
Please God, let this be like riding a bike.
Trent pulled back from their kiss and studied her, his brow furrowed. “Are you cold?” He reached across her bed and tugged the edge of the comforter over her, tucking the fabric beneath her body so she became a human corndog.
She wiggled out of captivity and scooted across the bed, closer to him. “I’m fine. I’m just happy our horrible week is over and we can start anew. This time not as boss and an employee, but best friends who love each other.”
Trent gathered her to his chest and kissed her. She opened her mouth and met his tongue with her own, giving as good as she got. His soft groan inspired her to do more.
She unbuttoned the waistband of his suit pants and slipped her hand beneath his boxers, determined to move matters along and end her drought forever. He broke their kiss and his hands captured hers.
He didn’t want her?
She turned away, mortified with shame…and confused. Why the hell had he kissed so provocatively if he didn’t want to make love? She tucked her head, so he wouldn’t read all the emotions bouncing around inside her, but he forced her chin upward, his blue eyes somber and concerned.
“Carrie, I have screwed up every relationship I’ve ever been in. I think part of the problem is I gravitated toward glamour girls with no brains and or personality, which I would have discovered, if I had taken a moment to talk to them first.”
Worst excuse ever! “We’ve known each other for two years, in which time I’ve certainly established I’m not a glamour girl.”
Trent chuckled and nodded.
Her eyes narrowed and she growled, “You don’t have to be so quick to agree.”
“But you aren’t. You’re not an image of beauty, you’re the real thing. While I have no complaints about your small, but perfect body, but what makes you special comes from inside. When you smile I feel like I’m standing before an angel of joy.”
She saw where his thoughts headed. He didn’t want to make love to an angel. She recalled Elvis Presley did something this crazy. He refused to touch his wife after she bore him a child because he couldn’t make love to a mother.
She pulled her hand away and gripped his shirt as she stared sternly into his eyes. “Do not go Elvis Presley on me. I am not an angel. I’m a small, catastrophe-prone woman who wants to make love to you.”
His responding groan left no doubt in her mind he wanted to do the same. Yet, he resisted.
“We will make love. Just not yet. I don’t want to rush this. A therapist once told me I keep diving into the deepest end of the pool without learning to swim first.”
Carrie chuckled. He did tend to do that. She paused, realizing the oddity in his statement. “You have a therapist?”
“Good God, no! I only dated a therapist, and honestly I found her comment a bit hypocritical since she jumped my bones two hours after we met.” He sighed and ran his hand through her long brown hair. “But I think I do tend to jump in the deep end.”
Carrie nodded.
“Which I’m trying very hard not to do here.”
Jump? She’d been his executive assistant for two long years! “But don’t you think we have taken it slow?”
He grimaced. “Yes and no. We took the first steps so slow I can’t even pinpoint when I stopped seeing you as just an employee, but my favorite EA, then my irreplaceable miracle worker, eclipsed by my critical-to-my-company savior, and finally the one person vital-to-my-happiness-and-well-being. But I do know when I finally realized my feelings for you far exceeded what I’d ever felt for anyone before.”
While Carrie really wanted some “rain”, she rather liked his long-winded admission of love. “When?”
“The month you ran off to Taiwan.”
“Which was work related,” she reminded him. He always made it sound like she ran off to Disney World, leaving him to handle the worst employees ever by himself.
“I’m aware you were in Taiwan improving my company, but it didn’t make your absence any less painful. It only highlighted how important you are to my happiness.”
Now, she understood his reluctance to move forward. He had just discovered his true feelings for her, only to have her return to the worst week ever in which each of them at one point felt betrayed by the other.
She pressed her cheek to his chest. “You’re right. We do need time to adjust emotionally to this change and to feel secure before we move ahead.”
He hugged her, then pushed her back and studied her face. “You aren’t going to allow anyone else to scratch your two-year itch while I’m taking it slow, are you?”
Her itch hadn’t been scratched in four years, but he didn’t need to know the details.
“Carrie, you can’t punish me for doing the right thing.”
She would have laughed at Trent’s worry that someone would ask to have sex with her, but she resisted. Trent had insecurities about his ability to “keep” a woman. “Since six months after you hired me, there’s been no chance for anyone else to seduce me.”
He smiled. “You’ve wanted to jump my bones for that long?”
Her eyes narrow at his decidedly unromantic question. “Not how I would have phrased it.”
He stretched out on the bed, a happy smile lighting his handsome face. His blue eyes sparkled from beneath black lashes. “You’ve wanted to make passionate love to me for one-and-a-half years?”
Her lower parts tightened at his new translation. “Since we aren’t going to do anything yet, could we talk about work? You’re getting me all hot and bothered.”

He pressed his lips to her forehead and sat up. “Excellent idea.”




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