Spotlight & Giveaway: Working Girl by Shana Gray

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome author Shana Gray to HJ!

Hi Shana and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, Working Girl!

 
Hi Sara, and everyone. I’m thrilled to be on HJ again!
 

Please summarize the book for the readers here:

This is the first anniversary of Working Girl, the Complete Novel. Where all the Mr Days-of-the-Week are combined into one book. Tess is out for revenge for her father, and when an opportunity to accomplish her quest is presented, she jumps at the chance to avenger her father and yet is present with numerous sexy distractions along the way. Yummy.
 

Please share your favorite line(s) or quote from this book:

OMG, so many favourite lines in this book!

How about this one –

“He was just too damn gorgeous to be legal.”

Or this one –

“Hearing his sultry voice, it felt like he was inside my head. In every crevice and corner. Filling me until I was all him.”

Or this, *sigh* –

“It was as if he had touched me with his voice. I’d never been so acutely aware of a man before. He was hot, sexy, and my body had reacted to him since the first moment I saw him.

Please share a few Fun facts about this book…

I loved how each Mr Day-of-the-Week was his own man. So I could create a multitude of heroes! All my fantasies in one book – how awesome is that? There was only one Mr I didn’t really like too much – I had to created one bad guy, right? But he was still damn sexy.

What first attracts your Hero to the Heroine and vice versa?

My heroine is in a conundrum! She has 7 sexy men to throw her off balance an tempt her. How can she ever choose? Each one has his own unique way about him and each one deserves his own book! I’d love to know who your favourite Mr is.

If your book was optioned for a movie, what scene would you use for the audition of the main characters and why?

The next morning I stretched luxuriously. I’d treated myself to a fairy-tale bed, kingsize; my mom had given me it before heading back to England and I’d splurged on pillows, high-thread-count sheets and a duvet that pluffed up around me like a cloud. I sighed, enjoying the sense of well-being that filled me. I couldn’t quite figure out why I felt so good and tried to recall any dreams that may have been responsible. Nothing. I’d been dead to the world and glad of my loud alarm clock when it pulled me up through the deep layers of sleep. I turned to look out of the window and smiled: it was going to be a glorious day. The sun shone bright, casting golden rays over my bed, even at this god-awful hour. Six o’clock was a criminal time to wake up. I blinked and sat bolt upright. Today was the day. My first day at Diamond Enterprises. The first day of my infiltration into the organization through this bizarre interview process.

I hope that I have to make a decision like this in the future! Please enjoy this little snippet and I. hope it intrigues you enough to want to go and get the book (shhh, it’s only .99 for a little while longer)

Readers should read this book….

….if you love to see your heroine challenged and how she rises to her challenges while being tempted by such deliciously gorgeous men. She also faces moral decisions that will impact her revenge… or will it? You’ll have to read and find out.

What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have in the works?

Book 4 of my Girls Weekend Away series comes out April 7 — A Match Made in Monaco
Out now is:
1 – What Happens in Vegas
2 – Meet Me in San Francisco
3. The Nashville Bet
I’m holding a series contest in April so if you haven’t signed up for my newsletter do so to find out all the details. www.shanagray.com/contact
I’m also working on three other stories so everyone keep their fingers crossed!!
 

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Excerpt from Working Girl:

From my seat, I had a clear view down the elaborate hall into the mysterious and very secretive inner sanctum of Diamond. The very sanctum in which my father, Charles Raymond, had once walked, moving with the exclusive executive management team, until he’d been let go, falsely accused of misusing company funds, and it had cost him ‒ us ‒ everything. He’d been ousted unceremoniously, cut off at the knees, his pension taken away and with no golden parachute to see him through his senior years. It left him with a reputation that haunted him until he died, a bitter old man. (I’d been born when he was forty, rather late in his life, before his fall from grace.)
I pressed my lips together, trying not to let my anger boil over. It wouldn’t help; calm and level-headed thinking was the only way to succeed. I glanced at my watch, a delicate piece I loved with all my heart. Dad had given it to Mom on their wedding day, almost thirty years ago, back when they still lived in England. I gently touched the small, round face ringed with exquisitely tooled platinum and a bevy of sparkling diamonds. The second hand ticked and reminded me I was waiting, something I’d become very good at.
I’d arrived the obligatory fifteen minutes before my interview, and only a few minutes had gone by. I glanced up and saw the polished young receptionist’s gaze slide away from me. I watched her try to pretend she hadn’t been caught in the act of staring and decided I would ignore her. It wasn’t important. Instead, I leaned back, crossed one leg over the other and primly laced my fingers over my Kate Spade purse, gazing down the long hall. I could play it cool. But I had to admit I was curious about the timing of the interview; it was well past six o’clock in the evening.
Scheduling didn’t matter, anyway; getting the job did.
All I needed was to become a part of the organization, and this interview was my only chance. I was prepared to do just about anything to get my foot in the door.
My nerves were shot, though. I drew in a deep breath, as quietly as I could. I didn’t like that I was quaking, deep inside. I felt it, and there was nothing I could do about it. At least it didn’t show outwardly. If they found out who I was, I couldn’t imagine what would happen. Probably the same thing that happened to my father.
The hem of my skirt rode up above my thigh when I re-crossed my legs. I knew it was a dated skirt suit, but I loved my vintage clothing. Glancing down at my feet, I smiled at my shoes. Another great find. The only thing new was the purse. My passion for purses had gotten out of hand and my credit card was crying the blues.
Sounds echoed in the long hall. I looked up from under my eyebrows, glanced briefly at Ms Gatekeeper Receptionist, who was suddenly intent on her appearance, staring into a compact before snapping it shut. I fidgeted with my purse, stricken by the urge to see if I had any lipstick on my teeth. I heard doors open and close and kept an eye on the end of the hall, drawing in a soft breath when a man appeared. My heart fluttered as he approached, my nerves kicking into high gear. I no longer had time to check my lips and so I watched the man approach. He seemed about to explode out of his well-tailored suit. I noticed everything about him, imprinting him into my brain.
He. Was. Gorgeous.
And big.
Good Lord, he seemed to fill the hall with his presence. The intensity on his face as he concentrated while talking on his cell phone had me holding my breath. His brows, heavy and dark, just like his closely cropped hair, were drawn together. He was focused and walked with confidence. A fierce scar ran over his cheek, just under his right eye. I had the urge to trace my finger along the angry welt across his cheekbone. All sorts of stories about how he had achieved such a scar raced through my overactive brain. None of them was very comforting.
He entered the reception area, and dwarfed it. I stared at him, my heart pounding. Was my interview with him? He turned to the receptionist, glancing up from his phone, and said something to her that I wasn’t able to hear. I tried to hold back a frown when she giggled and flirted. He smiled at her and tapped his fingers on the desk a couple of times – he had big hands, too – before turning around. Then he was in front of me, and I stared up at him. I waited for a brief moment before deciding that I should stand. I struggled to get up. It was as if the damn chair had suctioned me in. I wiggled, trying to get my legs under me so I could rise gracefully.
‘Ms Canyon?’ the dark and dangerously gorgeous man asked. He reached out and offered his hand.
‘Yes.’ I tilted my head so I could meet his gaze. I’d started using my mother’s maiden name when I was in my late teens. Otherwise, one internet search and all the scandalous gossip about Diamond’s betrayal of Dad would be revealed.
Taking his hand was absolutely the wrong thing to do. His touch was electric, and heat rocketed up my arm and into my chest, drawing all the oxygen out of my lungs. I glanced at our fingers to see if there were, literally, sparks flying. I allowed him to help me to my feet.

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Book Info:

A sexy seven-day job interview. Seven irresistible interviewers. Who will she choose at the end of the week?

Tess has been determined to get revenge for her father, ever since he was falsely accused of misusing company funds and unceremoniously let go from Diamond Enterprises. Applying to be Executive Assistant to the elusive, elderly head of the company, Mr King, seems the ideal way to get inside the firm and clear his name.

But the job interview is not what she expects. Arriving at the company HQ, she is escorted to a helicopter, blindfolded and flown to a secret location. She meets a man whose voice is disguised, but introduces himself as Mr King and says the job advertisement was a ruse to find the new CEO of Diamond Enterprises. The catch, the interviewer says, is that the job will only be hers if she passes a seven-day interview.

Tess will have seven mysterious men who will assist her – one for each task each day. She will have to use all of her skills if she’s to succeed and to resist the powerful magnetism of the irresistible men sent to help – or distract – her. Or will Tess find herself losing her heart when she meets her man of the week?

Mr Monday, Mr Tuesday, Mr Wednesday, Mr Thursday, Mr Friday, Mr Saturday, Mr Sunday. Meet all seven in Working Girl – who will be your man of the week?
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Meet the Author:

Shana Gray writes contemporary romance and women’s fiction that just might make you laugh. With 30 books behind her, some translated into multiple languages, she’s always eyeing the next story line. She lives in a small town in Ontario, Canada, is a mom of two grown sons, a brand new daughter-in-law, and is her black cat’s human. When she’s not writing or at her day job, she can be found daydreaming about life, usually with a glass of wine or cocktail in hand and making travel plans to far off lands to feed her wanderlust. Her newest series – Girl’s Weekend Away – is out now.
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