Book Review
The Position by Dahlia Salvatore
Publisher: Booktrope Entice
Publication Date: August 18, 2014
Format: Paperback - 186 pages
Kindle - 553 KB
Nook - 422 KB
ISBN: 978-1620154847
ASIN: B00MW1BRNY
BNID: 2940150366114
Genre: Erotic Romance
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Disclaimer: I received a copy of the book from the author / publisher in exchange for my honest review and participation in a virtual book tour event hosted by Chick Lit Plus Blog Tours.
Book Description:
Well, that involves how he takes his pants off... and for whom...
Hoping to break through the glass ceiling under which she's been trapped for years, Valerie Caplan picks up her life and moves to Seattle. After hearing about the position of Senior Executive of Design Production from an art director at Kerrigan, she decides to apply. When she lands the big interview, she never thinks for a minute that she'll have any serious competition. She assumes that she has the job in the bag...until she discovers that the only competition has something she doesn't have—the willingness to go outside the office to impress Danica Stewart, their uptight female boss.
Book Excerpt:
Dylan
I barely got anything done all day. I was more eager to see Kimberly than I thought I was. The thought occurred to me that I had no idea what she looked like. This was more or less a blind date—or interview, whatever one chose to call it. Fake interview?
I'd gotten us reservations at Barnside, a high-end restaurant in Bellevue that served only organic food. They actually grew it in a garden not too far from the building. A college buddy of mine owned and operated it. He was always too happy to oblige when I asked for a table, though they were always booked up.
I'm here, she texted.
By the statues, I replied.
I kept an eye out for a young-ish woman, but didn't expect what I found. She looked fresh out of the cradle. Petite with long, wavy, blonde locks and tanned skin, she made me worry that I'd set up a date with jail-bait.
“Hi!” she said animatedly.
“Hey there. Ms. Greer?” I asked.
“Yeah! Are you Mr. Farrow?”
“That's me.” I held out my arm for the girl—it didn't feel quite right to call her a woman.
I checked in with the host and was told it'd be a few minutes before our table was ready. We sat in the waiting area.
“I love this place,” she said, looking around at the lobby trappings. “I've only been here a few times, though.”
Did they have to get you a high-chair? I thought.
I picked up and looked over the menu. “They have a great T-bone here.”
“We're ready for you,” said the hostess. “This way please.”
We followed her to the table, set up with a single red rose in a vase and two candles in mason jars. It was the same romantic setting I requested for all of my dates.
I pulled out her chair for her and she looked pleasantly surprised. All of her past boyfriends must have been douchebags not to have pulled out her chairs for her.
“So, Mr. Farrow, you're looking for an assistant?” she asked. “I can promise you, I'm qualified for doing pretty much anything you'd need.”
I'd forgotten about the lie. “Oh. Yeah. I was hoping to ask you some questions about your experience.”
“Good evening, ma'am, sir. Here is the wine list for this evening,” the waitress handed me a leather bi-fold. A wise choice on her part.
“Tonight, we recommend the 2007 Foris, Pinot Noir and the 2012 Chasing Venus, Sauvignon Blanc.”
“We'll have a bottle of the Foris, please. And can we start with the satay?” I handed the wine list back to her.
“Yes, sir. Excellent choices. I'll be back in a few minutes.”
Kimberly looked pleased with the idea of a whole bottle of wine. I didn't plan on drinking much of it myself, after all I had to drive. Dinner went swimmingly. I was able to find out a few things about Danica Stewart, but nothing much out of the ordinary. She wasn't married. She had no children. Previously she'd worked for another major company in Seattle, but moved up to the division director position when it was offered to her. I still wished Jan would have said something about leaving or moving on. I might not have had to go to these lengths to gain information.
“There's more,” Kimberly said, her plump lips swaying over her fifth glass of wine. She leaned over, almost dipping her substantial breasts into her largely untouched dinner. “She dropped something a week before I left and I kept it.”
I was overjoyed. Finally some real dirt.
She set her wine down carefully and rummaged through her purse. She slid a card from her wallet and handed it to me.
The Red House, Redmond.
No admission without application.
Members only.
The Red House, huh? It was too interesting not to check out. I grinned at the card. Whatever that place was, it sounded devious. I couldn't wait to go. I pulled out my wallet and tucked the card in and removed my gold credit card to pay the bill.
“Oh! How sweet.” Kim put her hand on her heaving chest. “I was going to cover myself. What a gentleman.” Then her eyes darkened and everything about her changed. Suddenly she didn't look so young, naïve and stupid anymore. I realized, with surprise, that she was all woman. “So,” she said, rubbing her heeled feet against my ankle. “Your place or mine?”
Mine.
I barely got anything done all day. I was more eager to see Kimberly than I thought I was. The thought occurred to me that I had no idea what she looked like. This was more or less a blind date—or interview, whatever one chose to call it. Fake interview?
I'd gotten us reservations at Barnside, a high-end restaurant in Bellevue that served only organic food. They actually grew it in a garden not too far from the building. A college buddy of mine owned and operated it. He was always too happy to oblige when I asked for a table, though they were always booked up.
I'm here, she texted.
By the statues, I replied.
I kept an eye out for a young-ish woman, but didn't expect what I found. She looked fresh out of the cradle. Petite with long, wavy, blonde locks and tanned skin, she made me worry that I'd set up a date with jail-bait.
“Hi!” she said animatedly.
“Hey there. Ms. Greer?” I asked.
“Yeah! Are you Mr. Farrow?”
“That's me.” I held out my arm for the girl—it didn't feel quite right to call her a woman.
I checked in with the host and was told it'd be a few minutes before our table was ready. We sat in the waiting area.
“I love this place,” she said, looking around at the lobby trappings. “I've only been here a few times, though.”
Did they have to get you a high-chair? I thought.
I picked up and looked over the menu. “They have a great T-bone here.”
“We're ready for you,” said the hostess. “This way please.”
We followed her to the table, set up with a single red rose in a vase and two candles in mason jars. It was the same romantic setting I requested for all of my dates.
I pulled out her chair for her and she looked pleasantly surprised. All of her past boyfriends must have been douchebags not to have pulled out her chairs for her.
“So, Mr. Farrow, you're looking for an assistant?” she asked. “I can promise you, I'm qualified for doing pretty much anything you'd need.”
I'd forgotten about the lie. “Oh. Yeah. I was hoping to ask you some questions about your experience.”
“Good evening, ma'am, sir. Here is the wine list for this evening,” the waitress handed me a leather bi-fold. A wise choice on her part.
“Tonight, we recommend the 2007 Foris, Pinot Noir and the 2012 Chasing Venus, Sauvignon Blanc.”
“We'll have a bottle of the Foris, please. And can we start with the satay?” I handed the wine list back to her.
“Yes, sir. Excellent choices. I'll be back in a few minutes.”
Kimberly looked pleased with the idea of a whole bottle of wine. I didn't plan on drinking much of it myself, after all I had to drive. Dinner went swimmingly. I was able to find out a few things about Danica Stewart, but nothing much out of the ordinary. She wasn't married. She had no children. Previously she'd worked for another major company in Seattle, but moved up to the division director position when it was offered to her. I still wished Jan would have said something about leaving or moving on. I might not have had to go to these lengths to gain information.
“There's more,” Kimberly said, her plump lips swaying over her fifth glass of wine. She leaned over, almost dipping her substantial breasts into her largely untouched dinner. “She dropped something a week before I left and I kept it.”
I was overjoyed. Finally some real dirt.
She set her wine down carefully and rummaged through her purse. She slid a card from her wallet and handed it to me.
The Red House, Redmond.
No admission without application.
Members only.
The Red House, huh? It was too interesting not to check out. I grinned at the card. Whatever that place was, it sounded devious. I couldn't wait to go. I pulled out my wallet and tucked the card in and removed my gold credit card to pay the bill.
“Oh! How sweet.” Kim put her hand on her heaving chest. “I was going to cover myself. What a gentleman.” Then her eyes darkened and everything about her changed. Suddenly she didn't look so young, naïve and stupid anymore. I realized, with surprise, that she was all woman. “So,” she said, rubbing her heeled feet against my ankle. “Your place or mine?”
Mine.
My Book Review:
Dylan Farrow is sleeping his way up the corporate ladder by seducing his female bosses at Seattle's Kerrigan Advertising Agency. He has a cutthroat reputation, isn't afraid to use his body, and is ruthless enough to do anything to succeed, it's what he does best!
Valerie Caplan left her dead end position at Trinity Advertising Corporation in Denver to pursue a position within the advertising industry in Seattle.
Valerie applies for the position of Senior Executive of Design Productions at Kerrigan Advertising Agency, the same position that Dylan thought he was up for promotion. New Divisional Director Danica Stewart throws a monkey wrench into their plans when she interviews both Dylan and Valerie at the same time, and challenges them to work together on a lingerie campaign project in order to determine who is more suitable for the position.
What do you get when you put together a sexy ruthless man and a sassy determined woman, and challenge them to compete for the ultimate prize of "The Position?" One sexually tension filled love/hate relationship that turns into something more, and a not-too-subtle undermining by a dominant female boss who puts her own complicated spin into the competition!
In The Position, author Dahlia Salvatore weaves an exciting erotic romance novel that easily draws the reader into Dylan and Valerie's story. Set in Seattle and told in an alternating first person narrative by Dylan and Valerie, the reader follows along as their love/hate office relationship is tested to the max with enough sexual tension, drama filled interactions, comedy, and a ruthless plot twist involving a domineering female boss and a secret domination sex club community.
This juicy story kept me thoroughly entertained and turning the pages as the intriguing and oh so steamy plot twists unfolded. Dylan is a guy that you wish you could hate because of his unconventional, cocky, and ruthless style, but he's just too damn sexy! Then add in a sassy, independent, and determined woman like Valerie, and you know that fireworks are going to explode when these two people come together for more than just a job competition. And if that isn't enough to whet your interest, throw in a female boss with a secret life who is determined to make Dylan hers, and you have one hell of a hot erotic romance story that will leave you breathless!
RATING: 5 STARS
About The Author
Her influences include contemporary writers J.K. Rowling, Mary Balogh, Christina Dodd, Stephanie Laurens, Laurell K. Hamilton, Anne Rice, Stephen King, and many many others.
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