Monday, January 2, 2017

All her rules are about to change…


The Rule Breakers #2

Jennifer Blackwood

Releasing January 16th, 2017

Entangled Embrace


Steps to Surviving a New Job:

1. Don’t sleep with the client. It’ll get you fired. (Sounds easy enough.)

2. Don’t blink when new client turns out to be former one-night stand.

3. Don’t call same client a jerk for never texting you back.

4. Don’t believe client when he says he really, really wanted to call.

5. Remember, the client is always right—so you can’t junk punch him when he

demands new design after new design.

6. Ignore accelerated heartbeat every time sexy client walks into room.

7. Definitely ignore client’s large hands. They just mean he wears big gloves.

8. Don’t let client’s charm wear you down. Be strong.

9. Whatever you do, don’t fall for the client. You’ll lose more than your

job—maybe even your heart.

10. If all else fails, see rule number one again.

~ Coming January 16th ~

He scrubbed

his palms over his face and rested his elbows on his knees. “This was not how I

saw this night going.”


Valentine’s Day plans?”

He lowered his

hands and looked at me like I’d just claimed I single-handedly caused the storm

raging outside. “I didn’t even know that was today. Does this mean we’re each

other’s valentines by default?”

I scoffed.

“Not a chance.”

He chuckled.

“Always so blunt. I like that about you.” He quickly cleared his throat as if

he hadn’t meant to say that. “Well, non-valentine, looks like we’re going to be

stuck here a while. Have anything in mind?” he said.

I decided

against packing on another insult. He was being nice, and this sure as heck

beat staring at the wall the rest of the night. “My form of entertainment is at

6 percent battery, so I’m open to suggestions.”

“Mine is fully

charged. Want to watch something?”

“Sure.” What

else did I have to do? Before I knew it, I was sitting on the bed next to him, leaning

against the ornately carved headboard. Snow gusting against the window was the

only sound in the room as he searched for a show for us to watch.

So quiet.

Way too quiet.

I fidgeted

with my necklace, moving the small diamond back and forth on the chain. The

last time I was in bed with Ryder… I didn’t even want to finish that thought,

because it’d do nothing but make this situation worse. I chanced a peek in his


He chewed the

inside of his cheek, swiping through our options. “This is awkward, huh?” he



achieved Urkel status.”

He chuckled

and scrolled through the show queue. “Would you rather watch Law

and Order: SVU
or Criminal


“That is quite

possibly the worst Would You Rather question ever asked.”

His eyes cut

to mine. “I didn’t know I was playing a game.”

“You’ve never

played it?”

He shook his


Lainey and I

played this game all the time in college, and when we’d take road trips

together. She always came up with the grossest ones. “It’s simple. All you have

to do is ask the person which horrible thing they’d rather do. The harder the

question, the better. Like would you rather lay in a pit of snakes, or eat

questionably dead roadkill?” I pointed to his phone. “Oh, John

Tucker Must Die.
I like that one.


ghost rider.” He scrolled past my suggestion. “And what the hell does questionably

dead mean? Is it still twitching, or are we talking

suspicious cause of death?”

I shrugged.

“The interpretation’s up to you.”


absolutely no help.” He swiped his thumb across his beard and contemplated. “I

guess I’d go with the snakes.”

“Okay, now

it’s your turn,” I said.

“Do I really

have to play? I thought we were picking a show.”

I shot him a


“Fine. Would

you rather have me or Chewbacca as your valentine?”

“Too easy. The


He put his

hand to his heart. “You wound me.”

“Stop being

such a baby.” I swatted at his chest and immediately pulled my hand back. Nope.

Would not go there. “Okay, would you rather not be able to see or talk for a


He answered

instantly. “See.”

“Right. You’d

probably go nuts if you couldn’t open that big mouth of yours.”

His lips

twitched. “You’re one to talk.”

“Excuse me?”

Okay, I did have a tough time keeping my thoughts on lockdown outside the

office, but that was my own cross to bear.

“Don’t even

try to play it off like you’re innocent.”

I’d dated a

lot of losers in the past, most who hadn’t even bothered to get to know me, but

even after only hanging out a few times, Ryder had me pegged. He was

perceptive. I saw the look in his eyes whenever I dealt with Jason. His attention

focused solely on me was unnerving. “Jerk,” I sputtered.

“Now I know

you’re holding back. You can do way better than that.” He scrolled through his

phone again. “How about Die Hard?”

“Are all your

show selections about death? I’m starting to worry I made a mistake coming over

here.” My lips pulled into a smile and I quickly extinguished it. God, I wanted

to hate him.

“Fine.” He

continued looking at the Netflix queue. “Would you rather eat sushi from a taco

stand, or lick an airplane armrest?”

“Good one.

Sushi.” I pointed to his screen. “How about 10 Things I

Hate About You?”

He shook his

head and chuckled. “Are all of your suggestions

going to not-so-subtly tell me you hate me?”

I smiled

sweetly. “Maybe.”

“Just think,

most people would find this to be a romantic escape. Two people, stuck in the

mountains on Valentine’s Day,” he said.


Hallmark movie material, all right,” I deadpanned.

“Okay, fine.

How about The Walking Dead?”

“Your show

picking powers have been officially revoked.” I grabbed the phone from his


“Hey!” He

grabbed for the phone, and I held it out of reach. “You’re going to regret

that.” Within seconds he was on top of me, playfully pinning me to the bed, his

strong hands circling my wrists. Air evaporated from my lungs as our gazes


I was

immediately transported back to that night.


me what you want, Zoey. Tell me what you need from me.

I swallowed

hard. That was months ago, and those words still haunted me from time to time.

Because he did exactly that, gave me what I wanted and needed. Repeatedly.



a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance. She lives in Oregon

with her husband, son, and poorly behaved black lab puppy. When not chasing

after her toddler, you can find her binging on episodes of Gilmore Girls and

Supernatural, and locking herself in her office to write.

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