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Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
The universe has other plans in store for me though when it throws the curvy little spitfire right in my path. One look at her and I’m ready to toss my rules right out the window and make her mine, whatever it takes.
Who cares if my record label does business with her family? I don’t. She’s worth it.
Who cares if she’s almost half my age? I don’t. Age is just a number.
Who cares if she is way too perfect for me? I don’t. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she doesn’t regret loving me.
Who cares if the media will have a field day with our relationship? I don’t. When she stole my heart, the little angel sealed her fate. I’m ready to let the whole world will know the sassy beauty is all mine.
There’s only one little fly in my ointment—her family. If her overprotective father finds out I’m about to corrupt his little girl, things will get sticky but that’s a risk I’m willing to take. After all, Risky Business is my middle name.
If you like CEO boss, curvy girl, older man younger woman romance this Loni Ree short instalove is the book for you!
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CHAPTER ONE
HAWK
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I slam my hand down on the desk and watch my sister wince. She should know better than to hit me with this shit first thing on a Monday morning.
“Oh, come on.” Raven drops into the chair facing my desk and shakes her head. “Stop being a pain in the rear.” My younger sister glares at me. “Since Bent retired, we need another band on our books.” Now, it’s my turn to wince. The thought of the biggest band any record company could ever sign retiring is still a painful memory. “And these girls could be the next big thing.” I’m not sure another big thing is in the cards for us. While our record label is one of the most successful, the industry is changing and we’re having trouble keeping up.
Inked Knight Records has been in our family for over fifty years. Of course, it was called Knightley Records until my brother, Falcon, and I both left the military and decided to come home to take over the business from our retiring grandfather.
Granddad Leo had signed tons of strong acts throughout the years, and the company was thriving while his health was failing. We took over the helm, changed the name, and the rest is history. Well, sort of. Within two years, we’d signed Bent to an exclusive deal and the band’s popularity soared. The business arrangement solidified our hold on the record industry.
Over the years, Bent’s popularity grew while we signed several more popular bands and artists. When our little sister graduated with a degree in marketing, we convinced her to join the family business. She’s been instrumental in our continued success.
A year ago, the lead singer and founding member of Bent, Bender Valentine, blindsided me. He’d had enough of the nomadic lifestyle and was ready to retire. He announced his retirement and quit touring within a few months.
“There’s a rumor going around that Pussycat Rebellion is really good.” My sister has a knack for finding successful groups. Her business acumen is top notch and I trust her judgment, but I’m not in the mood to deal with a new group right now.
“Then go check them out and let me know after you’ve listened to them.” I sigh, realizing I’m not going to win this argument with my stubborn little sister.
“I have,” Raven smiles, knowing she’s got me, “and I was impressed.” Fucking hell. “So, you need to give them a chance.”
“Why didn’t you just start with that?” I ask and watch Raven smirk. I’m familiar with the expression; I see it in the mirror every morning. “Send Josh the details and I’ll see what I can do,” I tell Raven, knowing my assistant will help me find excuses to delay the inevitable.
“I have a better idea.” Raven claps her hands together and I know I’m in trouble. “I’ll arrange for you to meet with their manager, Tia Jamison.” I rub my bottom lip, trying to figure out why that name is familiar. “She works for Saunders Management,” my sister adds, and it suddenly all makes sense. Riley Jamison is a whiz with public relations. She owns Saunders Management with her husband Cash. They have three grown children, and I’m betting Tia Jamison is one of them.
“Fine.” I need to get this over with. “Talk to Josh and arrange a time for me to meet with her.” I’ll give the young Jamison five minutes, and then I can tell my sister I tried.
“It just so happens that I’m having lunch with Tia today. You can come along and meet her. I already checked your schedule and you’re all clear.” I should’ve known my sister would play dirty.
“You win.” I sigh, knowing my persistent little sister will never give up once she has her mind set on something. “When and where?”
“Tony’s Steakhouse at noon.” She practically skips to the door. “We’ll be waiting for you.” Great.
The rest of the morning flies by, and before I know it, the intercom on my desk rings. “This is your thirty-minute warning.” Josh’s voice echoes around my office, causing me to regret installing that fucking intercom system.
“Thanks,” I mutter before grabbing my jacket to head out the door. I ignore the feeling that something is about to happen as I rush down the hallway, telling myself it’s time to get this shit over with so I can move on with the rest of my day.
“Have a good lunch,” Josh calls to me as I walk past his desk and glance over at the little fucker.
“One day, I’m going to make good on my threat to fire your ass,” I growl, but we both know I’m lying.
“But that day isn’t today.” He rolls his eyes as I step onto the elevator. We both know I couldn’t survive without him. Josh runs a tight ship and keeps us all in line.