Guest Post with Author Hayson Manning and Giveaway

I love Princess Bride, Young and the Restless, Days of our Lives – the drama is deliciously addictive. Big Bang Theory but will take Wolowitz over Cooper. Star Trek not Star Wars. Undercover Boss, Secret Millionaire – any story that shows the little guy making it. I follow the Buffalo Bills like a religion. I am spellbound by showjumping and equestrian eventing. I love curling up and reading all books – no genre is off-topic. I like ironing, I hate peas, love donkeys, I play a killer game of Scrabble. I will often be heading towards the fridge for another Diet Coke. I eat nothing with legs and believe wine goes with everything, oh and I’m an expert at finding new and inventive ways to avoid exercise.

I live in the sparkly beachside suburb of Redondo Beach in California with my infuriating shoe-dropping husband and my two boys who speak in mystifying grunts.

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Dream Jobs

Thank you so much for hosting me today. It is a pleasure to be here.

When I was writing Taming the CEO, I thought running a ‘finding your love’ resort would be a dream job. All those happy people with love hearts in their eyes, dreaming up Survivor type challenges, while handcuffed together. Book me a ticket!

I did a quick poll at Chez Manning. Serial shoe dropper, aka hubs’, dream job would be a beer taster. Well, no real shock there. If he can’t taste beer all day, then he’d like to be a mail carrier, on a bicycle, preferably in the country where he’ll be surrounded by fields with happy cows chewing their cud. People will rejoice when they see him, and he’ll be loved. I think, just quietly, that he’d been partaking a tad too much of his first dream job’s malty hops.

Sloth One’s dream job is to join Jeremy, Hammond and James, test cars, meet celebrities and try to get a car to float, fly, or blowup. I can see the appeal. It’s his dream job, so I’m letting it ride. Reality and finding a job will hit him eventually.

Sloth Two would like to be a welder. He couldn’t say why but I expect it has something to do with melting metal and flame.

My brother was the only person who knew what he wanted to do and loved his job. He was a geologist. Rocks, right? Go figure. Being the loving sister I punched out Engineering geology of a section along the northern coast of the Manukau Harbour, Auckland, and I didn’t die from boredom.

I love my job. Writing is my dream job, and I adore that I can do this.

I hope you are living your dream job, but if you’re not what would it be?

To save her family’s business, fledging CEO Daisy Cater must win the bid on a resort on St. Maarten. There’s a small catch, though. The seller insists all bidders visit the island and experience the singles retreat firsthand. This wouldn’t be so bad…if only rule-maker Daisy weren’t paired with her bitter rival, the hot and broody Alexander Gillard. Keeping her enemy close just became a whole lot harder.

Alexander “Zan” Gillard didn't expect to be partnered with gorgeous Daisy at the idyllic singles retreat. A challenge that has them cuffed together ignites an explosive chemistry, and soon Zan wants more than four days with this bewitching woman who is nothing like he expected her to be.

But their families are at odds and reality awaits them at home, along with a betrayal that threatens to blow their newfound trust apart...

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Her eyes widened, and she leaned forward, and he fought not to stare at the lace of her white bra. “You mean like a safe word they had in the Fifty books?”

He frowned. “Not my choice of reading material, but yeah, a safe word.”

“Like when she was being spanked…”

Her face flushed. Was she running a scene in her head?

She squirmed and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

Jesus. H. Christ.

It turned her on being spanked. His palm on her smooth butt as she moaned underneath him, begging for more. He’d kiss the red palm print… Sweat trailed down his chest, and it wasn’t from the sun.

“Think up a safe word and let me know,” he said harshly.

She blinked. Her face was red, and she sucked back the last of her drink, avoiding his eye.

“Virgil. What’s yours?”

His eyebrows rose. “Your safe word is you yelling another man’s name? No.”

“I won’t be yelling my cat’s name, and I won’t be needing a safe word, so I don’t see the problem.” She leaned forward, hooking him and trying to reel him in. “What about you?

What’s your word?”

“Won’t need one.”

“Why?”

Her gaze roamed over his body, his nipple ring getting some attention, but when it dropped to his shorts, she sucked in a breath, swallowed, and her gaze flew to his. He leaned forward and said in a soft voice, hooking a length of her hair, tightening it around his finger, “Because there’s nothing I won’t try.”

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