Caught by Clare James
Caught by Clare James Release date: 6/30/15 About the book: She was hired to clean up his image. He wants nothing more than to get her dirty. Watching sex tapes at the office is just part of PR professional Vivian Blake’s job, especially when she has to clean up a celebrity’s image. Except that her newest client isn’t quite that easy. Racecar driver Jarod Cage is beyond hot, and his onscreen “performance” is already compromising Viv’s cool professionalism. While Jarod hasn’t exactly been discreet about his personal life, he never thought his reputation could cost him both his sponsor and his racing career. Now he has to put his future in the hands of a tiny, pixie-like publicist. Which is becoming a problem, because the heat between them is about to redline. But when you go this hard and fast, putting on the brakes is the most dangerous thing you can do… Amazon * B&N * Goodreads * Entangled About the Author: Clare James is the author of steamy contemporary romance and new adult novels: BEFORE YOU GO, MORE, DIRTY LITTLE LIES, TALK TO ME, and JUST LISTEN. A former dancer, Clare still loves to get her groove on—mostly to work off her beloved cupcakes and red wine. A fan of spunky women, gorgeous guys, and superhot romance, Clare spends most of her time lost in books. She lives in Minneapolis with her two leading men—her husband and young son—and loves to hear from her fans. Website * Twitter * Facebook Excerpt #3 “Okay, so about the quid pro quo?” Jarod circled back. “Yeah, about that. You want to watch one of my sex tapes—is that what you’re asking?” “Well, that’d be great, actually.” He chuckled. “Level footing and all of that, Vivian.” “Sorry pal, you’re barking up the wrong tree. I don’t have one.” It was the truth, and she wondered if that made her seem prudish to a guy like Jarod. “No boyfriend then?” he asked. She shook her head, and thought she saw the trace of something resembling relief wash over Jarod’s face. Or was that wishful thinking on her behalf? “Well, you have to give me something,” he said. “Like what?” she asked, caught up in his spell. Dazed. He had such finesse in the art of talking—or was it flirting?—something the men in her past lacked. She was ill-equipped to handle his sweet-talking ways. He simply raised an eyebrow, and deep down, she wanted to give him anything he asked for. She was tired and stressed to the limit. So was he. Maybe that’s why they continued with the juvenile banter. The scene was becoming more and more surreal. Having Jarod Cage this close in her office was the equivalent of having a porn star in her bedroom. She had seen this man do things that nobody should see. Especially if that person was your client. She considered giving him something, the quid pro quo, knowing that’s all it was—nothing more, just something to even the playing field. She needed to take action to gain his trust if this was going to work. They were both putting their futures in the other’s hands. Something had to break here, and that something just might be her. It might not be such a bad thing. Once they cleared the air of all the sexual tension, they could get back to work. Jarod didn’t say a word when she pressed him for an answer. But Viv, in her wound-up state, knew just how to shut him up. Act like a man. Take the challenge. She would not lose this project. She’d get Jarod Cage to his little race and secure her position in New York, but first she’d have to tame the beast. Then he’d be out of her system. PR Rule Number 3: Be proactive.