Who’s The Boss
Who gets to be the boss when they’re both used to being in charge?
Frankie Stevens has always preferred dirt and trucks to dresses and dolls. Wear a pair of heels? Never. Construction boots are as comfortable as a pair of slippers. Her dream is to make a name for herself in the construction industry, the world she grew up in, by running the company she inherited after her father’s death. Unfortunately, somebody is willing to sabotage her business to make sure she doesn’t succeed. Looks as if she needs a security professional to protect her assets. Too bad that professional turns out to be the devilishly handsome Gabe McBride. How can she be expected to get any work done with that dominant, infuriating man around?
Gabe McBride has some old-fashioned beliefs. Being “man of the house” after his father passed away and now part-owner of The Vault, an upscale BDSM club, he takes his role as protector very seriously. When he meets Frankie, he expects a hard-edged, been-around-the-block-a-few-times owner of a construction company. Instead he finds himself toe-to-toe with a feisty sprite, who swears like one her men and smells like lilacs and sawdust. Gabe feels like he’s stumbled across a fault line and is precariously straddling both sides. She may not fit any of the boxes on his perfect-woman checklist, but his head is jammed full of erotic images of her. He’s determined to protect her and uncover who is out to ruin her business, but she’s clearly a woman used to being in charge. Now he must get this beautiful, fiery woman to submit to him for both her safety and her pleasure...
Reader discretion: contains spanking, bondage, voyeurism, sex club, romance elements
Praise for Who's The Boss
"★✩★✩★ 5 – Wicked, Emotional, Sensual & So much more – Stars ★✩★✩★
This book had so much going for it I hardly know where to begin. It had the flush of instant attraction when meeting someone that sets your blood on fire, and discovering flames from long ago still burned red hott and didn't fade over time in the slightest. It had the desire to explore your deepest fantasies and cravings with the man who has always held your heart, along with some help for a super sexy addition. It had the sting of heartbreak that accompanies losing your first love and seeing him again years later along with the fierce longing to make it right. It has a man haunted by the mistakes of his past, and a second chance to do it right – if only he allows himself to go down that path again. There will be tears of frustration for Melissa when Jamie continues to try to push her away, and hope that they can finally find some peace and happiness after all this time. Daniel balanced them all out perfectly – he was a guiding hand, caring and patient but he also knew when to push just the right amount to get Jamie over his fears. The sexy times were off-the-charts hott, though there could have been a little more of it – then again, that could just be me. I'm a dirty slut that way. The pace and the story held me captive right from the beginning and the secondary characters were amazing. The POV jumps around between Jamie, Daniel & Melissa throughout which I LOVED because it gave me a chance to connect with each of the main characters, allowed me to truly understand their hopes and fears, enabled me to feel the depths of their emotions. I really have zero complaints – except that it ended. I don't know how Anne Lange has managed to fly under my radar so far, but I am very much looking forward to what else she has in store for us."
Read full review from Jenn @ BookwormBetties
"I love to read Ménage Romance and this book has it all! Chemistry, passion, love , and forgiveness. Thus author is truly a magnificent writer. So much so that everything is relatable and has great descriptions.
Go one-Click this passionately sensual ménage!
Read full review from Cutting Muse Blog Review - Laura and Makayla Redmon
"A great read! I couldn't get enough! The story line sucks you in and shows you the crazy twists, turns, the sexy fun, the bad, the good and the really really really good!
A ménage story that gives you love, emotions and things that need forgiving! Jamie is hot, sexy Dom that came from not having much money! But was in love with a beautiful girl who did come from money! One night and her father changes both their lives!
Melissa was in love with Jamie but her father changed her life and hurt her! But years later they are not only given a second chance but a bit of a push as well!
Best friends are forever and then some!"
Read full review from Maria York ~ Book Boyfriend Hangover
"Anne Lange is an author on my follow list and for a good reason. Her books are filled with sensual imagery and it never fails I want to live in the worlds she has created. Her Vault series is just such a place. A club with sexy Doms and succulent submissives who enjoy the feel of a paddle on their skin. In this book we have a past romance that ended badly. Melissa wants to make it up to Jaime but there are some issues with communication. The sex scenes were smoking hot and push a little toward boundaries. A great read."
Read full review from Dana19018
"This is my first Anne Lange book and I enjoyed it. I like books in this genre so it was a fun read for me. I enjoyed the friendship focus with the BDSM and ménage sprinkled in. The BDSM scenes were very descriptive with a visual of what was going on in the club. Nothing was distasteful, it was all written very well. The sex scenes were amazing, they just kept getting better and better. The storyline outside of the sex had me worried and upset, concerned and sad, happy and pleased all throughout the story. This was one of those books I didn't want to put down, I kept turning page after page because I didn't want to stop reading. Nor did I want the story to end but speaking of ending...what an ending it was. It might have been the best scene. (Don't skip ahead just to read it, you will be spoiled.) My only negative thought was too much inner dialogue between character discussions. Too much background knowledge was given that I found myself skimming to get back to the conversation. Most of the stuff was pertinent to the story, so it couldn't be taken out but it just seemed like there was a lot of time between lines of conversation. But I still enjoyed the book!"
Read full review from C - Mama Likes To Read Book Blog
“You’re looking for me?”
Gabe paused, his finger hovering over the screen, but he didn’t look up. From afar, the voice had been deep and gravelly, immediately conjuring an image of what he assumed Frank Stevens would look like.
But from a couple of feet away, its texture softened and the smoky quality rolled over him, doing something funky to his insides. His cock stirred. It was the first time, in a very long time, that Gabe reacted to a few simple words. Words that offered no sexual inflection, no offer to please, no request for dominance.
Gabe swallowed, and willed his body to regain control. That voice definitely did not belong to a man. He raised his head, and his breath caught in his throat.
Before him stood a petite woman. A fucking beautiful-as-hell, petite woman. The top of her head probably only reached the middle of his chest when he was standing. In his current relaxed pose, she looked straight at his neck area. She wore her dark hair tucked up under her construction hat. A few long tendrils had escaped, and those she’d wrapped behind her ears. Ears that held simple gold studs. Man, he hoped her hair, when lose, cascaded down to the middle of her back in glorious waves.
She’d removed her safety glasses and had them dangling from the fingers of her right hand, leaving him with nothing to do but stare into a pair of exotic eyes, the most amazing shade of green. Some might call them plain old hazel eyes. But they made him think of colors he’d find deep in the rain forest. A jungle he’d happily get lost in.
Her waist indented just the right amount. His fingers itched to span it and see if they could meet. He didn’t think so, and that unconfirmed guess sent a spike of desire rushing though him because he preferred a woman he could hold without digging his fingertips into her rib cage. One he could grip around the middle while she rode him hard and fast. Then agonizingly slow.
The perfect-sized waist was currently emphasized by a button-down plaid shirt she’d tucked into her dusty jeans and closed off with a light brown leather tool belt. His gaze raked her from head to toe and back again before drifting down to her feet, which were covered in well-worn scuffed work boots. He dragged his eyes back up to her face and zeroed in on those stunning eyes, currently shaded by the brim of her white construction hat.
Holy shit. He must have stumbled across a fault line and precariously straddled both sides.
“You’re wasting my time, mister.” She rubbed her forehead leaving a smudge of dirt behind. “Who are you? And what do you want? Make it quick because I have work to do.