Author: Fen Wilde
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: August 31, 2018
As uptight as she is alluring.
The editor of the sexiest magazine on the racks, she works hard, follows the rules, and wins at everything she turns her hand to.
As laid back as he is loyal.
Archrivals in the world of media scoops and scuffles, it’s a different story when they’re alone in Ada’s office—where opposites attract.
Their chemistry is off the charts—and always has been.
They’re perfect for each other.
But Ben is the one person Ada can’t afford to fall for.
He’s irreverent and magnetic and completely out-of-bounds. The type of out-of-bounds that would see her family disown her.
Then the one mistake in Ada’s perfect past catches up with her.
And she’s about to learn that there’s no such thing as perfect…
PERFECT is a dark and sizzling romance with twists and turns that will keep you guessing til the last page.
*Please note this novel deals with complex themes around family relationships, and includes mature step-sibling romance.
"Amazing romantic story with spice. Ada and Ben are rivals and good at their individual jobs. When they’re together, sparks fly. Superb." ★★★★★ Goodreads review
“Amazing romantic story with spice. Superb.” ★★★★★- Goodreads review
“Great story, complex characters…amazing, gritty and emotionally charged.” ★★★★ Book-Lover Book Blog
“This amazing book is so very well written. It is always surprising the things that a person can withstand and the heart can cope with.” ★★★★★- Goodreads review
“What an interesting read! Well presented storyline; characters that kept you guessing; some creepy twists and turns with lots of the unexpected…If you like books a bit off kilter...Perfect by Fen Wilde belongs on your TBR Lust.” ★★★★- Goodreads review
“So much more than a romance. There is family conflict, suspense, many kinds of emotions and lots of hot, explicit sex…” ★★★★- Goodreads review
Outside, the office has gone quiet, and I think about the hot mess we used to cause in this office. Back when we were younger. When I worried less. I can almost hear a collective sigh of relief from my staff as Ben and I talk in our normal voices—no shouting. No sounds of breakage. I blush slightly at the memory. What on earth were we thinking?
“What are you thinking about?” Ben asks softly, his face smoothing out, becoming less worried, more predatory. More intense.
“Nothing,” I mutter, dropping my eyes, my blush mounting.
He grins wickedly. “You’re thinking about how quiet everything went when I walked in.” He moves closer to me, placing a fingertip underneath my chin, forcing my eyes back up to his.
“And you’re remembering why.” His eyes don’t leave mine for a second, but I brush his hand away, flinching at the memory, ducking to escape those eyes.
“It’s in the past,” I say huskily, but he runs his fingers slowly along the edge of the desk. The edge I’ve clung to so many times, hopeless with desire, my legs buckling beneath me, his hands, his tongue…
“You’re thinking about it,” he whispers, moving behind me, his lips warm and soft against my neck, his hands reaching down and skimming across my hips, the warmth of his breath leaving my lips parted, my breathing shallow. His teeth find my earlobe and tug on it gently. A moan escapes my lips. Everything inside me wants to open my neck up to him, lean back into him, feel his hands wander leisurely across my body, my breasts. As though he has all the time in the world. As though I’m his.
But I pull away, trying to calm my breathing.
His arms fall to his side and I can feel him standing behind me. Sagging a little. No! I think immediately, my body desperate for his touch.
“I miss it, too,” he says, but he keeps his hands off me. Thank God is my next thought, my sensible brain kicking in. Because I don’t think I would have the resolve to move away twice.
Finally he moves to the chair opposite me, his eyes dark with lust, his jeans bulging appreciatively. I avert my eyes.
It’s only been a few weeks, but it might as well have been twenty years, I want him so badly.
“It’s probably going to come out, Ada. Judging by that last letter.” He watches me carefully. “Will it really be that bad?”
She is a qualified social worker and works part-time as a mental health clinician for young people, and also as a private clinical consultant.
She is particularly interested in the complex things that drive us toward or keep us out of connection with each other: how fragile, how beautiful, how flawed we all are.
Fen lives in Melbourne, Australia with her partner, two children, and Burmese cat. She is happiest with a project on her desk, some caramel slice in the fridge, and a great long list of things to do.
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