Magic Man

By Matilda Martel

At 37-years-old, beautiful Kendra Emmerich is the President of a Fortune 500 company and at the top of her game, but when her husband of ten years dumps her for a younger woman, she’s left feeling alone, devastated and insecure about her looks.
At 28, brilliant and sexy Logan Byrne has just been promoted to VP of Engineering. Every woman at Emmertech is dying to get their hands on the Magic Man, but he only has eyes for Kendra.
After ten years of unrequited love, Logan is on a mission to woo Kendra and make her fall in love with him. The second that door opens, he’ll not only sweeps her off her feet and mend her heart, he’ll give her the one thing she’s always wanted.
This is an older woman younger man romance, with lots of sweet and sexy scenes, no cheating, plus that guaranteed Happily Ever After!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Matilda Martel
• Release date: Dec 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463530658

Matilda Martel

Matilda loves many things---her husband, dachshunds, cats, the two terrible Chihuahuas who live with her, Paris, New York, a few select friends and family, Nutella, books, lots and lots of books, and writing sweet, steamy romance for nerdy girls-- because that's who I am.If you like your romances steamy but sweet. Sexy, but on the shorter side. With smart and sassy heroines who fall for soulful Alphas- then you might like my books.I write A LOT of OMYW, cause that's just my bag. But no matter what kind of story it is, my ladies are always adored and my endings are always HEA.Please head to my blog: www.matildamartel.com, to learn what's in the final stages and will be coming out soon!Want a free Ebook? Join my mailing list to get my monthly newsletter at : www.matildamartel.com/mailinglist/

Book preview

ONE

KENDRA

D o you know what they call him? Della wags her eyebrows as she spots the new Vice-President of Engineering. Logan Byrne has been with the company for years, but since his promotion, every female between the ages of twenty and fifty working on the 23rd floor weaves an extra hour of grooming into her routine.

Good morning, Ms. Emmerich. I’ll have that new software installed later today. He catches me as we pass his office. Although I can’t see them, I sense all the women behind me, possibly a few men, have stopped what they’re doing to ogle the man in front of me. 

Logan, please call me Kendra. And why are you installing it? You’re a VP. One of your guys can do something like that, can’t they? As I speak, I hold in my giggle as I watch Della try to stifle the goofiest smile. 

She’s so pathetic. 

Normally, it could, but since it’s your computer and you have sensitive information, I feel more comfortable if I do it. He nods and waits for me to give him a sign of approval. 

Oh, okay. I just don’t want you to do grunt work. You’re an executive now, Logan. You earned it. I tap his bicep and shudder silently when I get a feel of the guns he’s hiding under his dress shirt. 

Goddamn, that’s hard.

Thanks, but it’s no big deal. I’ll return it to you at the end of the day.  

As he steps back into his office, everyone behind me returns to work in unison. This always happens. Poor Logan. And now the nickname. 

So, have you heard? Della pushes the down button, and we wait for this impossibly slow elevator. 

Yes... you don’t need to repeat it.  

Magic man. Get it? Magic hands, mister fix-it, and I’m guessing he’s hiding a few other magical talents. She winks as if she’s being subtle. 

Are you calling him a wizard? I chuckle while we weave through the crowd exiting the car. 

Kendra Emmerich, don’t even try to deny it. You think he’s hot. You’d have to be dead not to appreciate that man’s broad shoulders, huge chest, big brown eyes, that ass, that beautiful face, and those fucking arms you unnecessarily touched. Don’t think I didn’t notice! Della chides, and I shrug, unwilling to defend myself. 

Hush up. I’m the president, and this is some type of harassment, I’m sure. We shouldn’t be sexualizing a male employee. He graduated from MIT, and he’s the youngest VP, which he earned on his merits alone. Thank you very much. You shouldn’t be calling him that. It’s offensive. As much as I want to be professional, I can’t help but laugh to myself. 

Magic man?

Your Dad is the one who gave him the nickname.  

I cringe. My dad doesn’t know that song. Stop encouraging him. He thinks he’s being clever. I’ll speak to him later. 

Della and I jump in the backseat, careful not to hold up traffic, and she instructs the driver to head to my attorney’s office. 

This will be brutal. After ten years of marriage, my bastard husband wanted a quickie divorce, and I gladly gave it to him. There was no sense in holding it up. For what? To work things out? To make him see the error of his ways?  

No. All that went out the window the minute my ex told me he knocked up a woman twelve years younger than me, twenty-five years younger than him, and walked out the door. Some things are unforgivable. I don’t care if I never imagined growing old with anyone else. Maybe, I didn’t plan on being single at thirty-seven, but I’ll make my own way. I’ll forge a new path for myself, and like a phoenix, I’ll rise from these ashes stronger than ever. 

Holy shit, I sound insane.

It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. Nothing but work. Marrying Baker might be the dumbest thing I ever did, but I followed it with one of the smartest. He wanted me to work for him. He knew my Dad needed me to stay on and help him run, EmmerTech, but he tried to guilt me to come work for his flailing company. I declined. It would have been a step-down, and no one wants to work for her husband. 

Since my big brother, Kaleb, left the company in his early twenties to pursue his dream of becoming a chef, I’m the only one Dad can lean on. It’s okay; I like this job and am damn good at it. I’ve taken this company further than we ever projected, and sometimes I think my success and Baker’s own failures drove his poor, fragile, pathetic ego to seek comfort in the arms of a less accomplished and more accommodating woman. So be it. 

That's ten years down the freaking toilet. Marriages end all the time. 

So why am I so rattled? Why do I dread seeing him again? Because that mother fucker humiliated me. He could have left me years ago if he was unhappy. I suggested counseling, but he wouldn’t hear of it. 

When I couldn’t conceive, I suggested IVF, but he assured me he was more than happy without children. It didn’t seem to matter that I wanted a family. He