My Gay Werewolf Boss (Packfinder, #1)

By Jade Rose

Chase thinks he's crazy to take a job in the middle of nowhere, Colorado, for a successful app called 'Packfinder', until he meets the sexy CEO of the company. Then it's just a matter of deciding whether to seduce his boss, even if his boss happens to be a werewolf! (M/M erotic romance, 9,000 words.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jade Rose
• Release date: Jul 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781513018294

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... Rinsing the soap from his hands for a moment, he reached for me. One of his cool, damp hands curled around the back of my neck and he pulled me in close, slipping his other hand up the back of my t-shirt and resting it against my skin. I shivered, tilting my head up gladly for the kiss.

It started slow and tentative, more of a getting-to-know-you than the kinds of hook-up kisses I was used to. Garrett took his time, exploring my lips for almost a minute with just his lips. He was almost reverent about it, which was new for me. I wasn’t used to being adored by my lovers, and Garrett’s attention made me feel special, like I was the only one in the world who mattered.

Playful, I flicked my tongue against his lips and then drew it back, trying to tempt him. It worked, and he immediately made a pleased rumbling noise, parting my lips with his tongue and claiming my mouth. I’d had plenty of possessive kisses before, but this was entirely different. Garrett explored my mouth, learning and savoring my reactions, and his combination of dominance and attentiveness quickly had me moaning into his mouth for more.

After a couple of minutes of just kissing, I was achingly hard, and my head was spinning with pleasure. He broke the kiss, kissing me once on the nose and then letting go. I grabbed for the counter to brace myself, almost falling from how weak my knees had gone, and he immediately pulled me back, not having realized that I’d been relying on him to hold me up...

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I couldn’t believe the number on the offer letter they made me. It was entry level marketing specialist position for this obscure little tech start-up company whose app had gone viral, exactly the sort of thing I was looking for, except that the company was based out of middle-of-nowhere, Colorado, and they required relocation.

My friend Alex had recommended me for the position. He knew that I was out-of-sorts about what to do with my deep debts of college loans and my Marketing and Art History double major, when all the big companies wanted interns who would put in 80-hour weeks for peanuts, and he started pressing me about this job working for his billionaire uncle.

I don’t know, I said, sprawling onto the couch in the crappy little apartment I shared with Alex off-campus. Your uncle? In Colorado? Doing vaguely-defined PR, and with a confidentiality agreement that’s 15 pages long?

I’m taking the job he’s offering me, Alex said.

I grimaced at him and the confidentiality agreement, but lingered over the number named on their offer letter. A salary like that would take care of my student loans pretty quickly. Especially since the paid relocation included housing.

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