Release Date: October 10th, 2013
According to Hayley love is a subject of ridicule, a myth created by hopeless romantics.
When Hayley makes a resolution to declare her loose lifestyle era R.I.P, it’s all good in theory…
That is until she meets Daniel Stark, a well-respected, mid-thirties business man who is known for his short temper, lack of steady relationships as well as his strict preserve of his private life.
Opinionated, sharp tongued Hayley accidently steps into his office leaving Daniel resolved to put Hayley in her place and have her in his bed.
Both Hayley and Daniel can’t avoid the immediate instigation of the attraction between them.
In a unanimously agreed upon verdict by Hayley and her two best friends, Ian the gay self-absorb, aspiring model and Natasha the witty, borderline neurotic soul mate, Daniel Stark is to be Hayley’s pure physical attraction, emotions aside era closure.
Will it indeed be a closure, or a beginning to something neither Hayley nor Daniel ever bargained for…
When Hayley makes a resolution to declare her loose lifestyle era R.I.P, it’s all good in theory…
That is until she meets Daniel Stark, a well-respected, mid-thirties business man who is known for his short temper, lack of steady relationships as well as his strict preserve of his private life.
Opinionated, sharp tongued Hayley accidently steps into his office leaving Daniel resolved to put Hayley in her place and have her in his bed.
Both Hayley and Daniel can’t avoid the immediate instigation of the attraction between them.
In a unanimously agreed upon verdict by Hayley and her two best friends, Ian the gay self-absorb, aspiring model and Natasha the witty, borderline neurotic soul mate, Daniel Stark is to be Hayley’s pure physical attraction, emotions aside era closure.
Will it indeed be a closure, or a beginning to something neither Hayley nor Daniel ever bargained for…
Excerpt from Layers by Sigal Ehrlich
There's a high-end
coffee machine calling my name on the countertop across the room. A quick
little coffee and I am out of here.
I press the green small-cup button and
the machine awakens with the noise of evaporating steam. The oh-so-aromatic,
roasted scent wafts toward me as the machine fills the cup with a rich
chocolate-colored liquid. I'm thrilled, already anticipating the taste. When
the machine signals that the cycle is complete, I grab the cup too hastily, and
some of the coffee manages to spill on my white blouse.
Observing the damage with irritation, I
murmur, “Fuck me,” under my breath.
“Is
that a request?”
Shifting my stare back to see who has
just spoken; I find myself holding on to the counter from a momentary loss of
balance, as I take in the sight of the orator.
Heat spreads from the center of my skull
through my throat, to the top of my cleavage. And I don’t do blushing. What
the hell?
Standing there is the very picture of
hot, tall and sinful. White tee, jeans, and the most alluring bad boy stance.
Something in his crooked smile inexplicably leaves me dumbfounded. For the
space of a moment, I am lost in him.
His eyes roam over me with a wicked
glee, stripping off every layer of clothing I have on. The air escapes my lungs
at the intensity of that gaze.
I gape back at him, my jaw slightly
dropped. “Mmm… just made some coffee.” I mumble my lame excuse and follow it
with a thin smile.
“So
I assume it wasn’t a request, then?” His teasing eyes are on me, that sexy grin
is still plastered on his face, and his expression insinuates pure sin.
“Too
bad,” he murmurs, and I have to swallow hard.
“Is
that your thing?” I ask, recovering.
He cocks an eyebrow. “Sneaking
behind people and trying to engage them in salacious activities?” A low laugh,
deep and hoarse, comes as a reply.
“No.”
He scratches his amused lips with his thumb, looking at me with a slightly
tilted head. “And just for the record, I believe it was you who started with
the indecent proposals.”
I open my mouth, looking frantically for
some clever comeback that doesn’t appear to come, and instead feel my face heat
up. Again. Damn.
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