 Most of us have a line we won't cross. We might take a few office supplies or use the work car for errands, but there are things we won't do for our bosses. What is your line? Would you spy on a competitor? Especially if they were a hunky guy who wanted to spend time with you? VK Tritschler's latest release- TRADE SECRETS is a fun Rom-Com dancing through the world of International Advertising. If you love romances with humor, you'll love TRADE SECRETS. Blurb: What happens when your dream job turns out to be a hot mess? Emily earned a spot in a top Adelaide advertising agency and was excited to be starting her professional career. But on her very first day she gets coffee spilled on her by Meg, her new and complicated co-worker; runs into Jimmy, her wildly inappropriate boss; and gets stuck in an elevator with Harry, who is the hottest guy in the industry and her company’s biggest competitor. When Jimmy enlists Emily to spy on Harry and his company, things become more complicated. But Emily finds that her life isn’t as perfect as she’d dreamed. Now, she has to choose between handsome Harry, who may not be all he seems, and bawdy Jimmy, who is exactly what she fears. Secrets and hidden agendas rip apart Emily’s dreams. Will she pick the devil she knows or the one she doesn't? EXCERPT: Now tucked into a corner of the room, she watched as people in suits came and went, the hustle, bustle, and noise reminding her of bees flocking to the fields of nectar. It gave her another idea to share with Meg, so she pulled out her notepad and began to scribble it down when a shadow was cast over her. “Hello again.” She found the face of the man she had been drooling over in the elevator. Everything she had been doing paused involuntarily, included her heartbeat. “Oh, hello.” She smiled, placing the notepad back onto the table and wishing she had been to the bathroom five minutes ago to tidy her hair. “May I?” He pointed to the chair opposite her. Oh my God, her brain screamed, he wants to have lunch with me. “Sure,” she stammered, casting an eye over her half-eaten salad. She wasn’t sure she could physically eat in front of him because at this point, she couldn’t seem to swallow. “Thanks,” he said, placing a coffee and a salad plate on the table. “I’m Harry Craig.” Now Available in Ebook and Print |
