Bass-Ackwards: A Wrong-Way Romance - Softcover

Adderly, Eris

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1798990431 ISBN 13: 9781798990438

Publisher: Independently published, 2019

Synopsis

Bill Marshall might as well have been the Devil.

Christina Lee Dodd needs Friday off work. Needs. She's up to her eyeballs in problems.
One of those problems is her boss, Bill Marshall.
And Bill Marshall is an a**hole.

The offer he makes is textbook inappropriate. An HR nightmare.
But is it wrong for her to accept?
Is it wrong for her to like it?

Bass-Ackwards is a filthy wrong-way romance where two human beings make more mistakes than you can shake a stick at.

About this title

About the Author

Eris writes dark, escape-from-reality romance full of criminals and outcasts.Her stories are the stomping grounds for bada** heroines, untameable alphas, a spectrum of sexuality, and a serious disregard for convention.Expect the decadent and filthy, the crude and sublime, sometimes all at once. Pick a safeword and grab a towel before reading. She is a complete nerd and possible crazy cat lady. She will annoy you with puns.

From the Inside Flap

Excerpt from Bass-Ackwards:

The lock to the front clacked shut. Bill turned to face her.

... after we lock up.

Christina swallowed.

Why did he always look at her like that? Like he wanted to say something but made himself clamp down instead. Those eyes of his were dark with she-didn't-know-what and his fists clenched and released.

He stepped in her direction. Past her. Opened the door to the back and held it.

"Come on."

F---. You don't have to. Just leave. Don't come back.

That paycheck sat in her purse, though.

F---!

Christina stood. Followed.

He didn't stop once they entered the back half, though. The second door swung open to birdsong and highway noise.

"Outside." His head jerked toward the exit.

Her mouth came open, but he was serious. She suppressed a whine and went.

It was close enough to summer now that daylight still had its say at six o'clock. Shadows hung purple, but the western walls of buildings and trees would be warm and gold a while longer.

Her boss led her around to the back of the main office. A concrete pad extended maybe a yard from the foundation and ran the length of the building. The AC unit sat out there, along with some discarded truck parts that leaned against the back wall. An axle, a front bumper. Something round with a jumble of wires sticking out of it.

There was also a pair of green plastic chairs.

Presumably they were for employees who smoked, but she hadn't seen anyone use them aside from Bill, and that had only been right when she'd started working there. He'd either quit, or just didn't do it at work anymore.

His clothes don't smell like smoke.

Christina made and quickly concealed a face at having been close enough to him to know a thing like that, now.

He took one of the chairs and sat, his back almost up against the building. Her legs halted her a couple yards away, refusing to go any further without a command. The man wanted an hour a week? Fine. But she wasn't going to go jumping to it.

He was untucking his shirt. His hands worked open the top button of his pants. When they dropped to his thighs, he looked over at her. Expectant.

Ten thousand worries exploded and started fluttering around in her head. Why not just snag one and blurt?

"I don't think that chair's gonna hold both of us, Bill."

It might have been giddy imagination, but she could almost believe she saw the corner of his mouth turn up in a smile.

"It doesn't need to hold both of us."

She started to tilt her head, but then her stomach dropped.

No.

His gaze swept her from top to bottom, and he settled back into the chair, knees sprawled wide.

"Go on."

"Seriously?" she said. "Out here?" There was nothing behind the Haul Ash but a creek bed some twenty yards off. Trees. Brush. Probably no one would see, but ...

No no no.

Brown eyes made a deliberate move to his lap and then back to meet hers again. The expression on his face never changed. He just waited, the a--hole, for her to come do it. Because he knew she would.

Edition details

• Publisher: Independently published
• Publication date: 2019
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 1798990431
• ISBN 13: 9781798990438
• Binding: Paperback
• Number of pages: 258