Title: Prime Minister

Series: Frisky Beaver #1

Authors: Ainsley Booth & Sadie Haller

Genre: Erotic Romance

Publisher: BoothHaller Books (self-published)

Release Date: May 31, 2006

Website: www.friskybeavers.com

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Gavin: Ellie Montague is smart, sensitive, and so gorgeous it hurts to look at her. She’s also an intern in my office. The office of the Prime Minister of Canada.* That’s me. The PM.
She calls me that because when she calls me Sir, I get hard and she gets flustered, and as long as she’s my intern, I can’t twist my hands in her strawberry-blonde hair and show her what else I’d like her to do with that pretty pink mouth.**
Ellie: How much I like the PM varies on a daily basis. He’s intense, controlling, and a perfectionist in every way—and he demands the same of his staff.
How much I want him never wavers.
There’s something about him that tugs at me deep inside, and makes me wish that just once he’d cross the line in a late night work session. I’d take that secret to the grave if it meant I got a taste of the barely restrained beast inside him.***

FOOTNOTES:
* This is a fictional erotic romance. No prime ministers or interns were harmed in the making of this book.
** Except it’s a BDSM romance, so they were hurt a little.
*** Spoiler alert: she gets more than a taste. And she likes it.

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EXCERPT

“Who was the email from?”
Oh my God, I’m so busted.
“Nobody.”
“You work for the hottest bachelor in the country, Ellie. I don’t believe you. Who. Was. The. Email. From?”
“The PM,” I squeak, sinking low in the booth.
“Not horny, my ass. You’re thinking of him right now.”
Well, that isn’t fair. I think about him constantly. “Only because I got an email from him three minutes ago.”
“Was it dirty?”
“Of course not.”
“Wanna bet it was dirty between the lines?”
“I’d take that bet in a second. There’s zero chance that the PM would ever do anything inappropriate like that.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Interesting.”
“No. Nothing is interesting.”
“You didn’t say that he wasn’t attracted to you, that there was nothing there, that he’s in a relationship or gay, or any other excuse you could give for why there’d never be anything dirty between you.”
“Are you out of your mind? I’m…” I lower my voice. “I’m an intern. He’s the leader of the government. If for no other reason than the optics of that are awful, I’m sure I’m not his type.”
“Because beautiful, bendy redheads are never anyone’s type.”
“I’m really more of a blonde.”
“Those are also known to never, ever get any action.”
“I’m awkward.”
“It really trips over the line into adorably nervous most of the time.”
“I’m…” I flail my hands in the air. “Sasha! Listen to me. I’m just a regular woman. I’m nobody that Gavin would ever be interested in.”
“So why do you turn pink every time you read your email?”