Title: Rules of Harte (Harte, #1)
Author: Brooke Harris
Release Date: May 27, 2014
Eva doesn’t want him, but she needs him. Julian doesn’t need anyone, but he wants her.
Evangeline Andrews is sassy and feisty, or at least she was – before; before she left New Jersey. She’s a different person in Dublin, and she’s trying hard to be normal here. But the office bitch, her nymphomaniac best friend, and the nice-guy-she’s-just-not-sure-about all threaten to complicate things. The social event of the year is looming. Everyone who’s anyone in the office will be at the masquerade ball. And Eva is invited, well instructed, to attend by her mysterious boss – or else! But she can’t go alone.
Julian Harte is a rich, powerful, Irish alpha with a fascination for games. He’s used to getting what he wants, at all costs. When Julian offers his services as an escort, Eva is about to learn the game is complicated and he doesn’t do loosing. Will Eva’s thick skin be enough to protect her when all the masks come down, or is she about to learn she’s not the only one wearing more than one mask?
Let the games begin…
*** Author note *** Brooke Harris is an Irish author, Rules of Harte is set in Dublin, with a cast of primarily Irish characters. It is not a violent book but there are questionable amounts of swearing, native sexual slang and explicit sex scenes. Julian Harte is Irish, he thinks Irish, acts Irish and says F*ck a lot. Eva Andrews is not. But she still says f*ck a lot. Please do not read if you are under 17. Thanks so much for taking the time to read this note xx
A phone number appeared on the screen. Nothing more. No picture, or bio or even a name. Eva tutted angrily. She hated clogged up, messy websites as much as the next person but this minimalist crap was ridiculous. She wasn’t about to phone some random stranger. The site was a waste of her time, and just made her feel more pathetic. She was about to shut the browser when an instant message popped up.
Eva’s struggled to breathe. She was getting dizzy from her eyes darting around the office frantically, and the inside of her lip couldn’t handle much more chewing.
Julian: A little shy, are we?’-
Her fingers hovered over her keyboard. She wanted to reply; she just didn’t know what to say, or who she was saying it to.
Julian: Would you like my help?’-
Eva135: Do you always ask so many questions?’-
Julian: Do you?’-
Eva135: I’ve only asked one.’-
Julian: Is there more you would like to ask?’-
Eva pushed her chair back from her desk and tapped her pen on her knee. Well of course, she had questions. She had loads. Did this guy just wait around all day for women to click on his website? Who was he? How the hell does someone become an escort? Why the hell does someone become an escort?
Eva135: Ok. What’s your name?’-
Julian: Julian, I thought that was obvious.’-
Evangeline’s cheeks flushed. Even cyber conversation made her look stupid.
Eva135: How old are you?’-
Julian: Don’t be greedy, Evangeline. You’ve had your question. It’s my turn. Why do you want an escort?’-
Eva135: How do you know my name?’-
Julian: Again, Evangeline, if you would like an answer to your question you must answer mine first.’-
Eva stood up. Did he seriously expect an answer? She paced the floor dramatically and was only drawn back to her screen by the subtle tone of a new message.
Julian: Are you still there?’-
Julian: Good. I thought you had run away.Are you going to answer my question?’-
Eva135: I just answered one of your questions. It’s my turn again. Aren’t those the rules?’-
Julian: Feisty. I like that. And you understand rules. I like that even more. Okay, Evangeline let’s play by some rules.’-
Eva135: How do you know my name?’-
Julian: Your user name, it’s not hard to work out. Really, Evangeline. I find it hard to believe you don’t have a better question than that. I like you so I’m going to let you take another turn.’-
Eva135: Isn’t that against the rules?’-
Julian: My game, my rules. You’ve just used another question. It’s my turn.-‘
Evangeline poked herself in the knee with her pen. Damn he was good at this, but she had studied psychology for three years, there was no way she was going to let him beat her. She was ready to up her game.
Eva135: Okay, Julian. Your question.’-
Julian: Why do you want an escort?’-
Eva135: I don’t know if I do…’-
Julian is offline.
About the Author
Brooke is from Dublin, and even though she bitches about the weather, she’s proud to have shamrocks in her blood. Anyway, what would she do if she couldn’t blame the rain for a bad hair day? She has too much of lots of things, kids, wine, books and shoes…luckily she loves them all to pieces.
Rules of Harte is her debut novel and it’s a little* on the filthy side.
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