on May 31, 2018
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A brand new contemporary romance from New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author Katy Evans.
He's my most delicious secret. The hot Suit I had a one-night stand with one evening. I didn't know anything about him, not even his name. Only that we shared a taxi, and he was staying at the hotel where I worked. We met in room 1103. Where he commanded not only my body but my soul. The next day he was gone and I only had a memory of him. I could still taste his kisses, feel his demanding touch. I searched for him for months. Daydreaming about him. Wondering if I'd ever find him. Until the day I find myself staring face to face with his jeweled black eyes again. He says lets keep it casual, and my heart knows that falling for this workaholic in a three-thousand-dollar suit is off the table. Because he has a secret. One that's a deal breaker for me. My Suit has a name. Ian Ford. And this is our story.
*This book is connected to Tycoon, but it can also be read as standalone.
Review + Excerpt: Mogul by Katy Evans
Katy Evans does it again! She knows how to bring us sexy alphas males that make you swoon and fall in love and Mogul is no exception! It’s hot, sexy, and the banter between Sara and Ian was amazing. I loved how Sara was sassy and didn’t back down from the sexy suit that was Ian Ford. If you are looking for a great weekend read than Mogul is it!
Sara and Ian’s’ first meeting is when Sara hijacks his taxi at the airport. Little did they know they would end of going to the same place. Being a concierge at a high end New York hotel, Sara was going to work while Ian was checking in. By the end of her shift, they would have a memorable experience neither could forget.
It was supposed to be a one time thing, but when their paths cross again, the is no denying the two have this amazing chemistry together. Hell anyone around them can feel the sexual tension coming off of one another. But there is one little problem for Sara, Ian is not completely available and Sara is not about being the other girl.
Ian is falling for Sara hard and fast. It’s something unexpected and something he wasn’t looking for. In the middle of a divorce looking for love wasn’t in the cards for him. Is the chemistry all about sex or will they be able to turn into something more? You will need to read Mogul to find out!!
My eyes lock on a third figure sitting with them. As I near, the man glances my way before quickly shifting his gaze. I continue to stare at him as I approach, and it doesn’t take long for his gaze to return to me. His large figure rises to full height as he stands to greet me, and I feel a bolt of electricity hit me in the chest as familiar eyes stare back at me.
He’s tall. Dark-haired. Gorgeous. With deep, thick-lashed eyes you want to sink into. And lips to suck on like they’re all that exists between you and heaven. I stop walking, stop breathing, because . . . he is here.
A moment passes and Bryn seems to notice my shock.
But shock doesn’t come close to it.
Because never in my whole life has my heart leapt so far and fast. It feels as if it’s ripping out of my chest. I can barely force my legs to move for fear of hearing my knees knock together. I struggle for air, but it feels like someone cut off my windpipe connecting my nose and lungs.
He wears a white dress shirt and black slacks, and his face is chiseled and brooding. The real shock lies in the intensity brewing in his dark eyes as they stay locked on mine. My heart speeds up as I hold his gaze. The city bustles around us. Making eye contact is not something I do often, living in a city of millions, but I can’t take my eyes off him.
The memory of having him inside me returns with a vengeance.
Bryn begins to introduce us. “Um. Ian, this is—”
“Sara. We’ve met,” Hot and Dirty Workaholic interrupts with a stiff smile.
Our eyes meet, and for a moment it feels like nothing else exists.
His name is Ian.
Fucking Ian, with his serious, handsome face and shiny, black hair. He’s as lit as I remember. Straight out of a Suits episode, and I am dying.