Taylor has a good job, making good money. It may not have
been
what she wanted to do, but it paid the bills. That was
until
Bennett Wade, the Bennett Wade of Wade industries showed
up.
He was an arrogant pig and Taylor couldn't keep her loud
mouth
shut, causing her to insult him and then get fired.
That's ok though, she decided to start her own business
showing CEO's how to treat their people better, a little
tribute to Bennett Wade and his hot jerkiness. Only her
business wasn't going so well. Then Bennett showed up and
tried to hire her. Only she didn't want to work for him.
Unbeknown to them both, someone is trying to settle
Bennett
down. Bennett's mother is sick and dying so she contacted
the
owner of Happy Pants Cafe, and requested her special
cookies
to help her son find love. So when Taylor and Bennett
share a
cookie they have no idea what is in store for them both.
TAILORED FOR TROUBLE is a love story about two people both
pretty screwed up, but despite it all they find each
other.
You have the regular pushing away of each other and no one
listening to the other. But it is well done and you really
come to like the characters and their story.
Mimi Jean Pamfiloff has a way with words that keeps you
laughing and enjoying the story as it grips you and draws
you
in. TAILORED FOR TROUBLE continues her excellent story
writing and great characters, almost too flawed to realize
just how screwed up they are until it's too late. Happy
Pants
Cafe will have many more customers in the future.
A sassy, sexy, laugh-out-loud rom-com between the
hottest
man never to be tamed and the woman crazy enough
to
try
SHE WANTS TO CHANGE THE WORLD.
Taylor Reed is no stranger to selfish, uncaring CEOs. She
was fired by one, which is why she has created her own
executive training program—helping heartless bosses
become
more human. So Taylor shocks even herself when she agrees
to
coach Bennett Wade, the cutthroat exec who got her
unceremoniously canned. She’d love to slam the door in
his
annoying but very handsome face, but the customers aren’t
exactly lining up at her door. Plus, this extreme
makeover
will give Taylor the golden opportunity to prove that her
program works like a charm.
HE WANTS TO BUY IT.
Bennett Wade is many things—arrogant, smug, brusque—but
trusting isn’t one of them. Women just seem to be after
his
billions. So when he hires Taylor Reed, he has no desire
to
change. Bennett is trying to win over the feminist owner
of
a company he desperately wants to buy, but something
about
the fiery Taylor thaws the ice around his heart, making
Bennett feel things he never quite planned on. And if
there’s one thing Bennett can’t stand, it’s when things
don’t go according to plan.
They are a match tailor-made for trouble.
Excerpt
“Let me speak to the captain.” Taylor reached for the
cockpit door, but it was locked.
At the same time, the attendant picked up the phone
situated to the side of the door and pushed a little
button. “Captain, the young woman would like to speak
with you. She says she doesn’t want to be on this
flight.” The attendant listened for a moment. “Yes. All
right. I’ll tell her.” She hung up the phone. “I’m sorry,
ma’am, the captain says we’re on a schedule so it’s time
to take your seat.”
What a complete assho .?.?. Taylor gasped. “Wait. Mr.
Wade is flying the plane, isn’t he?”
The attendant smiled. “Of course. But don’t you worry,
Sugar, he’s a very good pilot. The best. I go everywhere
with him.” She winked.
What was the wink supposed to mean? Was she his
girlfriend? Lover? Or was it just one of those friendly
southern hospitality winks meant to create an atmosphere
of levity?
Who cares!
“You can’t do this,” Taylor protested. “You can’t kidnap
me to .?.?. to .?.?. where is this thing going?”
The woman continued smiling politely. Did she ever stop?
“San Francisco.”
“Fine. You can’t make me go to San Francisco.”
Ironically, that was her hometown, but not where she
lived. In any case, this was kidnapping!
“Oh. Don’t worry. I’ve already booked a connecting flight
to Phoenix for you. Mr. Wade says we would’ve taken you
all the way home, but he has an important early dinner
appointment in San Francisco. You are going on to
Phoenix, right?”
“That’s not the point. I want to speak—”
A little bell chimed. “Please take your seat, Ms. Reed.
We’re about to take off.” The attendant moved past her,
sat in the first row, and buckled her seatbelt.
“I can’t believe this. Seriously. Can’t. Believe this.”
Taylor sat down on the other side of the aisle, her mind
filling up with the many unsavory things she planned to
say to that miserable asshole Bennett Wade the moment she
laid eyes on him, starting with how insanely insensitive
he was.
Don’t forget predictable. Yep, she’d been dead-on about
his inability to accept “no” for an answer. And this was
just the sort of bulldozer tactic Mr. Wade was famous
for. Didn’t he understand that forcing people into
situations wouldn’t win him anything but animosity? It
was the exact behavior her program warned against doing.
Employees wanted leaders who not only respected them as
individuals and sought to understand them, but who also
inspired. That was the key to running a successful
company. Empowering versus dominating. Collaborating
versus dictating. A man like Wade would never understand
these concepts.
Hire me to train him? What a frigging joke! He wouldn’t
make it past session one.
She dug a pack of gum from her purse and popped a piece
in her mouth, preparing for takeoff.
After about thirty minutes, the small jet was up in the
air and leveling off. The attendant unbuckled, stood, and
immediately went for the phone. “Hello, sir, just
checking in to see if I can bring anything to the
cockpit.”
How about a kick in the pants? Taylor thought. I deliver
free of charge.
The attendant listened for a moment. “Yes, sir. I’ll let
her know.”
“What? Is he ordering me to parachute out now?” Taylor
said. Why not? The man was completely ridiculous.
“No, silly. That door won’t open in flight. That’s why
Mr. Wade uses the Cessna for skydiving. This Grayson-500
is only for short business trips.”
“Of course he has a plane just for skydiving. Why
wouldn’t he?” Taylor commented to herself out loud.
“And he has one for international flights, too—needs a
bigger engine.” The woman crinkled her pert nose. “By the
way, sweetie, my name is Candy. Can I get you anything to
drink?”
“No thank you, Candy. I’m just fine.”
Candy shrugged and pulled out an apron from the closet.
“You let me know if you change your mind—oh! And Mr. Wade
says he’ll be with you shortly.”
I can’t wait. Taylor mentally rubbed her revenge-hungry
hands together.
Candy turned her attention to making coffee and setting
up a tray. After a few minutes, the cabin filled with the
delicious scent of rich, nutty java, and Taylor inhaled
deeply.
No. You don’t want any of his goddamned coffee. He’ll
think he’s winning. Winning what? Taylor didn’t know, but
she wasn’t about to settle in and get comfy in his big,
fancy, stupid plane.
A few minutes later, with tray and coffee in hand, Candy
knocked on the cockpit door. It popped open, and Bennett
Wade’s imposing frame appeared in the doorway, his
intense blue eyes immediately locking onto Taylor’s face.
He had taken off his jacket and was wearing just his
white button-down shirt and black, nicely tailored pants
that accentuated his muscular thighs. Taylor tried not to
notice how attractive his shape was.
He stepped out into the small galley, allowing Candy to
pass. She flashed a nervous glance at the back of his
head before closing the door behind her.
“Who’s flying the plane?” Taylor asked.
Bennett smiled, and it was that condescending grin Taylor
was learning to loathe. “Frank, my pilot. Who else?”
Whatever. Now that that’s out of the way .?.?. Taylor
unbuckled her seatbelt and stood. “You have some nerve.
Who the heck do you think you are?”
His condescending smile turned smug. Did the man think
he’d won some giant victory?
“I think I’m a man who always gets what he wants. One way
or another.” Crossing his well-built arms, he leaned
sideways against the doorway separating the cabin from
the galley. With his considerable height, he had to bend
his neck just a little.
“You’re not getting anything from me,” she shot back.
“Not now. Not ever.”
His smile faded into that icy look, making Taylor
suddenly aware of every inch of her skin and every breath
her body took. The man knew how to set a vibe and
intimidation was his special gift.
“I wanted to talk to you, didn’t I? I think I got that,”
he gloated.
Taylor clamped her mouth shut.
He dropped his arms and frowned. “I said, ‘I wanted to
talk to you,’ not the other way around. So feel free to
give me the silent treatment. Probably easier, anyway.”
Why did every word out of this man’s mouth have to be
about proving his dominance? “You had no right to pull me
out of the terminal and put me on this plane.”
“I did you a favor,” he said calmly in his deep, slow
voice, oozing with loathsome, annoying confidence.
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