From Jerk to Perk: A Reverse Harem Romance
From Jerk to Perk: A Reverse Harem Romance
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I have three weeks to convince a grumpy, brooding heartthrob to publish his secret romance novel.
Or I lose my job.
Zusammenfassung
Zusammenfassung
I have three weeks to convince a grumpy, brooding heartthrob to publish his secret romance novel.
Or I lose my job.
When I discover an anonymous manuscript sizzling with a romance so hot it keeps me up at night, I realize I've found the ticket to saving my janky career.
I just have to figure out who penned these smutty scenes.
I imagine a chiseled, enigmatic writer, just waiting for me to reveal his mad skills to romance fans everywhere.
And who do I end up finding?
The literary world's brooding heartthrob. Not to mention grump. And his partners in crime.
All dudes who couldn’t be bothered with a little romance publisher like me.
But I either publish this thing… or lose my job.
So I work it hard, and wouldn’t you know that with each sexy meeting, the steamy words get closer to jumping off the page… and into my bedroom.
This slow-burn, enemies to lovers why choose romance features a plucky main character with multiple love interests. If you like to indulge your secret bad-girl side, this is the book for you.
This 3-book standalone collection can be read in any order:
From No to O
From Hate to Date
From Jerk to Perk
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Ten minutes later…
“What the hell is this?”
I’m tempted to stand up and stretch to my full five-foot-nine-inch height so I can look down at my douchey and vertically-challenged boss Cameron. But I know better. There’s nothing a short man with a Napoleon complex hates more than a woman graced with the height he feels he was entitled to but cheated out of by Mother Nature. Particularly when he’s pulling rank.
I nod at the paper he’s shaking in my face like it’s a piece of dirty toilet paper and try not to snicker at the disgust on his face. “Cam, that’s the blurb you asked me for. You know, for our new book Love Among the Lemons.”
He’d strangle me if it wasn’t bad for his career in publishing. As well as against the law. Instead, he takes a slow, deep breath, a warning to let me know I’m about to get my ass kicked. Not literally, but still. “I know what this is supposed to be, Amalia. But how it got to be the biggest piece of crap out of all the crap I’ve seen in my career has me a little… confused.”
Confused, my ass.
I want to ask him if he understands the expression putting lipstick on a pig. Polishing a turd. Making a silk purse out of a sow’s ear.
Or my personal favorite, spraying perfume on a skunk.
I made that one up.
But I keep my snark to myself. What would be the point, except to rile him up further?
I nod like I sympathize with him, which I do not. “Not sure what to tell you, Cam. The book is a stinker. Therefore, it follows, the book description will be a stinker too.”
He turns red. Did I go too far?
His hands clench in fists by his sides, the offending book blurb now a crumpled mess. Regardless, I take a step back in case he really loses his shit and takes a swing at me. “I know it’s a bad book, Amalia. We all know it’s a bad book. It’s your job to make it a not-so-bad book. Do you think you can do that? I know you’re new here—”
“Actually, Cam, I just passed my six-month anniversary—”
“That is still new,” he shrills.
Okay. Fine. I’m not gonna argue, even though it’s the longest job I’ve had, at least post-college. My years working as a cashier at Victoria’s Secret don’t count as publishing industry experience.
My job here at Empire Ink Press might be the longest-lasting one I’ve had since college, but it’s not the first. Yup, I was at another publishing house, but that lasted only three weeks. I was fired for punching someone who grabbed my ass.
That one didn’t have a romance division anyway, so fuck them.
As my overachieving mother likes to say, New York publishing is a small world. I’d better be careful about keeping this job, the one I have now, she’s warned me. I can only get fired so many times before the word is out that I’m trouble.
That’s what she said — trouble.
I decide to back down. Cameron looks like he’s about to have a coronary anyway, and I don’t want to be responsible for killing the man. Although maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
I throw him a bone. “How about I give this another pass, Cam? Maybe I can sex it up a bit?”
His shoulders drop back down to their natural position and I’m pretty sure I’ve won this round. Or at least haven’t lost my job yet. “Yes, Amalia, that’s exactly what I want you to do. And take ‘cheesiness’ out of the last sentence. Are you kidding me? You want to tell romance readers the book they’re considering is ‘cheesy?’ I thought you were the pro in this genre. That you’ve been reading romance day and night since you learned to read.”
Okay, I might have oversold that a bit.
“I am a romance lover, Cam. It’s true. I read them all the time.”
That part is accurate, that I read them a lot these days, which is probably why I have no boyfriend. Romance novels have ruined my love life by raising my expectations. And the sex… well, I know I’ll never have sex like they do in the books.
Which is why I read them, I suppose.
Note to self, get new batteries for my vibe on the way home tonight.
Cameron’s fingers unclench and the red drains from his face, leaving him looking only slightly evil, like a mean Christmas elf. “I want to remind you, Amalia, of what we discussed in Monday’s meeting. We’re all skating on thin ice here. The publishing house hasn’t had a hit in a while, and the romance division in particular is really hurting. Should layoffs ensue, it’s last in, first out.”
Last in, first out. That means since I’m the newest hire, I’ll be the first to get canned. Lovely.
I lower my voice and lean closer to him, which I hate to do because he wears Jo Malone, and that stuff is way too strong for my taste. “Does that mean I should be looking for a new job right now, Cam?”
I don’t mean to tip him off, but if he’s being honest, I will be too.
His eyes widen. “No! Don’t do anything yet. All I’m saying is that we need to work doubly hard until the company gets out of this slump. You know, it’s not helping us that the romance genre is losing steam. Readers are leaving for other sorts of books, like mystery and crime.”
Ugh. If I’ve heard him say this once, I’ve heard it a hundred times. “Cam, that’s total BS. Romance readership is soaring like it always has. Our problem here at Empire is that we haven’t acquired any good titles in a while.”
His lips pucker like an angry butthole. I hit a nerve. The man is so vain he can’t possibly accept that he’s the reason our romance division is suffering. He’s got to convince himself it’s the readers. Or the position of the moon in the sky. Or global fucking warming.
But I have proof to the contrary. And I won’t back down on this. If there’s one thing I know, it’s romance.
He surprises me by raising his hands as if in surrender. “Fine. Fine, Amalia. I’m not going to argue this with you again. What else are you working on? Do you have leads on any new books?”
I was afraid he might ask this. But I raise my chin with all the confidence I can muster.
“Um, well. I do have a couple,” I say.
Please don’t ask. Please.
But when his face brightens, I realize I’m shit out of luck. “Tell me. Tell me the good news.”
I look down at my desk, circling a coffee stain on the chipped Ikea laminate with my pinkie finger, and pretend to be thinking. “Well, let me see,” I say.
I rifle through some papers on my desk and dig my notebook out of a pile. Without letting him see, I page through as though it’s full of very important notes. “Oh yes. Here we are,” I say, looking at a doodle of myself hanging from a noose, the way I felt in our last team meeting.
“Okay, first one is Spin Class Sweetie. And… we also have The Charmer of the Cheese Counter.”
Three, two, one…
The crazed expression he wore only five minutes before makes its way back to his face and once again, I inch away out of self-preservation.
He taps a finger on my cubicle wall. “I see. Amalia, I thought we were getting rid of the turds. I thought we were going to raise the bar. Acquire some good romance novels. You know, the kind people read? The kind that make money?”
“I’m still looking, Cam. I always am. There’s lots of good stuff out there, just waiting to be discovered. Don’t worry. I have all kinds of irons in the fire.”
Big lie. Huge lie.
He looks me up and down like he’s some sort of goddamn lie detector. “Okay then. Back to work.”
He turns on his heel and hustles for the elevator to get to his mani-pedi appointment on time, which he thinks no one knows about, but everyone does.