Taming Jane

By Monica Austin

Jane is a high-powered executive who is used to getting her way. She’s worked hard to get where she’s at, and she didn’t get there by letting anyone tell her what to do. Today has been a disaster for her - she has to go out of town on some unpleasant business, she broke the heel of her most expensive shoes, her office is full of idiots, an important business deal has gone bad - and as if that was not enough, now her favorite, most trusted chauffeur, Curtis, has unexpectedly taken the day off.

Enter Mr. Darcy, Curtis’ replacement for the day- he is charged with driving the high-strung, bossy, over-worked Jane to an out of the way town for a meeting. He watches her wheeling and dealing in the back seat as he drives, and she is oblivious to the world around her. The gorgeous sights of woods, flowers and wildlife slide by her unnoticed.

When Jane goes too far and insults the handsome Mr. Darcy, he stops the car on a deserted roadway and locks Jane in the car to fume and to teach her a lesson. When Jane injures herself, Darcy assists her and a simple, caring touch leads to something much more.

Mr. Darcy uses his strong and gentle way to show Jane can’t control every situation, and that when she lets go, she can experience the ultimate in sensation and pleasure.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AmorBooks.com
• Release date: Jan 25, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005904401

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Taming Jane

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Monica Austin

Copyright 2022 Monica Austin

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Disclaimer: The material in this book is for mature audiences only and contains graphic sexual content and is intended for those over the age of 18 only.

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Losing cell service was the last straw. Jane had been in the middle of a call with Zoe, that inept monkey that masqueraded as an assistant, trying to get confirmation on her meeting – in what was that podunk town called? Merken? Merton? When the call dropped and NO SERVICE blinked across the screen, Jane growled and flung the Blackberry. It hit the opposite window with a clunk and popped onto the lush, carpeted floor of the sedan.

She considered grinding the phone with her heel, but let it lie there. One broken Manolo Blahnik was enough for the day. Jane looked down at her less-than-satisfactory replacement shoes and grimaced remembering the pleased look on Zoe’s face when she’d come in with the