Do you like British boys in suits? How about taboo office romances?
It’s release day for book 1 of Love for the Seasons series by RJ Jones. Book 2, As the Ice Melts, releases April 01.
Here’s the lovely cover!
The perfect job or the perfect man. Surely Aiden and Noah can have both, right?
Aiden Turner’s world flipped upside down when his vengeful ex-boyfriend destroyed a major project, costing his uncle’s architectural firm an important client. Feeling guilty, Aiden has since sworn off all romantic involvement with anyone he works with.
Noah Walker is getting ready to interview for his dream role when he catches Aiden’s eye on the London Tube. They strike up a conversation, and even though the attraction sizzles between them, Noah must decline the offer of a morning coffee. The interview is crucial, and he needs to focus on getting the job, not getting a date.
When Aiden discovers the enigmatic man on the train is the same man he is interviewing, he is torn. But he knows Noah is the right man for the job, and he attempts to put some professional distance between them. However, it’s not long before Noah makes his way under Aiden’s skin.
Neither man can afford to risk their employment, but keeping their relationship a secret takes its toll. When things get ugly, they need to decide what’s more important—or if the job is worth the sacrifice.
THE NIGHT was getting on and I’d had my share of alcohol, and possibly someone else’s share as well. As hard as I tried to drown Terry’s words with the company-paid booze, they kept pinging around in my brain.
You’ll end up losing him.
I didn’t want that, for me or for the company. I didn’t want Noah to feel as if he had to give up his ideal job because I was being an arsehole and couldn’t stay professional around him. On the one hand, if he resigned, I could ask him on a date. On the other, if he resigned, he wouldn’t want to date the man who drove him out of his job.
The overwhelming urge to apologise smacked me in the stomach, and I thought back to the last time I’d said sorry. Dinner and a pint in the pub had turned into an intimate evening where sparks flew and lust had clouded my brain to the point I’d needed to flee before I did something stupid. I knew if we had walked to the Tube station, I would have grabbed his hand and invited him home. The evening had turned cosy and familiar, as if we were already a couple and going home together was inevitable.
I moved from the bar and was contemplating leaving the party quietly when I saw Noah heading for the bathroom. I watched his lean figure disappear from sight, my feet taking me towards him without my consent. I’d drunk a fair bit that evening, but I could still hold a conversation and walk in a straight line. At least I thought I could. I needed to apologise for my behaviour before Monday came around.