Black Friday is here and we’re discussing the season with Cathy Yardley’s Kate and Thomas from Temping Is Hell.
WORST. JOB. EVER.
Kate O’Hara can’t wait until this temp assignment is over. The woman who hired her is a psychotic pageant queen, her coworkers are convicts-turned-clerks, and it’s so boringly corporate it makes her skin crawl. Even her sexy-as-sin boss, famed billionaire Thomas Kestrel, isn’t enticement enough to keep her there. Once she makes enough to pay off her bills, she’s out. Or so she thinks…
WHAT THE HELL?
Next thing she knows, she’s accidentally signed over her soul. Literally. And she’s discovered Thomas’s real mission: to kill thirteen bad guys in one year, in order to get his—now his and Kate’s—souls back.
IT’S NOT JUST A JOB. IT’S A MISADVENTURE.
From learning to boost the morale of some paper-pushing demons to navigating her way through blood-red tape, Kate has to work closely with her super-hot supervisor and get her flaky act together, before somebody clocks her out—permanently!
Make sure you stick around to the end. We’ll be giving away an ecopy of Temping Is Hell.
Kate O’Hara staggered into her boss Thomas’s office, dumping a bag on his desk, which was covered with open files and photos. “Well, I hope you’re happy.”
Thomas surveyed her absently. “I generally am,” he drawled, sounding deeply Southern with a liberal helping of amusement. “When I’m not neck deep in work. What should I be happy about, particularly?”
“You told me to go pick up the new leather jacket from Fiendish Fashion today, remember?” She barely waited for him to nod. “Had to be today. So I ventured out to the Fiendish flagship store.”
“The flagship store,” he echoed, frowning. “You didn’t pay for it, did you? Because…”
“It was a nightmare,” she growled. She slumped in the chair, taking a long draw from her go-cup of coffee. “Do you know what today is?”
“Friday?” he ventured, trying to glance at his calendar.
“Black Friday,” she corrected.
“Wha… ohhh,” he said, realization dawning.
She got to her feet, emerald eyes glaring at him. It was then that he noticed her red ponytail was askew, and the sleeve of her jacket had a rip. There was a smudge of dirt on her cheek. She also appeared to have the beginnings of a shiner.
“First, the BART was filled with people who were loaded for retail bear. They had their game faces on. And all anybody could talk about was ‘Fiendish Friday’ and all the sales.”
He grimaced. “Is that a black eye?”
“Then,” she said, rolling over his question and placing her palms on the surface of the desk, “after almost getting stampeded at the train station, I wound up waiting in line for an hour just to get in. And when I got there, after struggling with a wave of humanity that looked like something out of a Cecile B. Demille movie, I finally found the damned jacket.”
“Well, that’s something…”
“It was the last one,” Kate growled. “And I got it. Then this woman comes, out of nowhere – I swear, she must be a benchwarmer for the Niners – and she frickin’ clobbers me. Says it’s her jacket.”
“I’m so sorry,” he said, aghast. “So did they get you one out of the back, or something?”
She stared at him in surprise. “No. I just didn’t let go of this one,” she said, shrugging.
He couldn’t help it. He smiled. That’s my Kate.
“I got there first,” she added, “and I don’t care how big she was, or how tough she thought she was, I’m not going to back down because some wildebeest in Armani thinks she’s got a right to… hey, stop smirking at me, damn it.”
He schooled his expression, forcing himself to look impassive. “Well, good work.”
“Why was it so important, anyway?”
“Actually,” he said, clearing his throat. “It’s a gift.”
“Last week, you said you wanted it,” he pointed out. “You lost your last winter jacket in that explosion, remember?”
“I went through all that,” she said slowly, “for a gift? For myself?”
She rubbed her hands over her face. “Well. Thanks,” she said, then grumbled as she grabbed the bag and left the office.
Yagi, his bodyguard and consultant, appeared once Kate had left. “I can’t help but notice that you didn’t mention you meant she should just get the jacket from Yvonne…on the fifth floor of this building.”
“And we will speak of this to no one,” Thomas said solemnly.
Meet Cathy Yardley!
Cathy Yardley has always been entranced by fairy tales and now spends her time giving them her extra special touch. This multi-published author enjoys movies, video games, cooking, and plotting world domination (Just kidding. She hates to cook). When not writing, she spends time in her beautiful San Diego home with her husband and son.
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Cathy is giving away an ecopy of Temping Is Hell. To enter, all you have to do is answer this one question: If you were Kate, what would you do to Thomas once you found out you could’ve gone to the 5th floor instead of the flagship store? Remember, you must answer the question in order to be entered.
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