Author: Izzy Mason
Genre: New Adult Romance
Lazarus is a demanding, complicated boss plagued with a mysterious string of lawsuits by former female assistants. I don’t want to want him. But I do. More than anything in the world. And he barely knows I exist.
Just how far am I willing to go to catch his eye? How much of myself will I give away? And exactly what’s behind the multiple lawsuits against Lazarus? Will my new position turn out to be a hot, steamy dream come true or just another frustrated fantasy?
This is a serial that develops over multiple volumes. Approx. 75-100 pages each.
My sad, screwed up life seems to finally be turning around when I land the position of assistant to gorgeous, famous architect, Jude Lazarus. Desperate to catch his eye, I succumb to an epic ugly-duckling-to-swan makeover. And boy does it work. Big time. But it also causes Lazarus to instantly change from sweet and protective to dark, dysfunctional, and cruel. Is having Lazarus hot for me a good thing or a fast track to my own destruction?
Everything in my life is changing so fast. I have a new job at a hip, boutique design firm and my very own apartment. When A-list actor Chance Monroe flips for my design ideas for his new Denver nightclub, it's like I'm living a dream. If only my relationship with Jude Lazarus wasn't such a nightmare. Is he in love with me or just playing a cruel game? The worst part is, no matter how much he hurts me, I just can't seem to let him go.
This was supposed to be heaven on Earth. I finally got the one thing in the world I desperately wanted--my brilliant but damaged ex-boss, Jude Lazarus. He has finally dropped the games and opened his heart to me completely. But instead my life has become a living hell. Suddenly everything is on the line. And the decision is mine. Which am I willing to sacrifice: my love or my life?
He smiles, sets the cup down on the coffee table, and prepares it for me. As Lazarus looks over my résumé, my stomach clenches into a fist. In a million years I wouldn’t have expected Jude Lazarus to look at my lame little résumé. I hold the warm cup in my hand and take the moment to study him. There’s a small mole just under his jawbone and his eyelashes are wickedly long. Then I catch myself and look away. What is the matter with you? You’re not a moonyeyed teenager! What are you going to do? Print out a poster of the guy and put it up in your locker? Get a grip! I hate feeling under the sway of anyone. It makes me feel out of control, and out of control is very bad. “Michaela Clark,” he reads from the header. “You sound famous already.” I smile at the sound of him saying my name. He grins at me, sending beautiful laugh lines around his amber eyes. Oh, fuck control. I’m in love. “You graduated magna cum laude?” he asks without looking up. “Yes, sir,” I say, realizing immediately how stupid I sound. He smiles again and looks up at me; the glint is back in his eyes. “You make me feel like an old man.” “I’m sorry,” I stammer. “I meant Mr. Lazarus.” “How about Jude?” I smile. “Okay.” “You have a degree in architecture?” he arches his eyebrows, impressed. “And environmental design.” He laughs and the gorgeous crinkles are around his eyes again. “Usually my assistants are just glorified secretaries. Are you familiar with my work?” “Are you kidding?” I stammer. “It’s why I want to work here!” Lazarus looks at me for a moment, as if unsure whether I’m telling the truth. He leans back in his chair. “Anything in particular?” My brain flies at a mile a minute as I flash on all of the incredible buildings and interiors Lazarus has designed. He watches me carefully. “Okay, that place in Marrakesh,” I blurt out at last. “With the white marble interior? I love the upward curve of the ceiling that invites people into the public space. It’s a culturally astute element that speaks to the local civic values of community and purity and social virtue. Also, it’s an aesthetic work of art.” Lazarus stares at me for a long time. He closes the folder and tosses it onto his desk. “Why did Eva say you weren’t qualified?” I clear my throat. “Well, we could start with the obvious.” I look down at my damp filthy clothes. “Plus, she says you don’t hire new graduates. That I should go get an internship somewhere. Get a little experience.” “Oh, bullshit,” he mutters. He studies me as I sit squirming in my chair. My heart is racing and I realize that I’m clenching my fists in anticipation. Jude Lazarus has the power to change my life. *Oh, please. Oh, please. Oh, please.* Finally, he nods to himself, decision made. “Frankly, Michaela,” he says getting to his feet. “I think you were made for this position.”
I'm a San Francisco girl who writes fun, sexy, entertaining novellas meant to take your mind off your troubles for a while. I have an adorable husband, a fish named Frank, and a fat black cat with co-dependency issues.