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News At 11 [MultiFormat]
eBook by Paris Dixon
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eBook Category: Erotica/Romance Road to Romance Recommended Read of the Month
eBook Description: At first, driven and ultra-professional Savannah newswoman Tess Iverson has more than a few serious reservations about sharing the spotlight on her news show with a recently hired co-anchor, a young, inexperienced hot-shot from New York City. Her reservations, however, swiftly redouble and become sheer panic when she meets the charming and drop-dead-gorgeous Yankee, Jared Cox, whose engaging smile, hypnotic eyes, and sculpted physique engender desires she has long supressed. And faster than she can say, "Welcome to the Eleven O'Clock News," Tess finds it impossible to keep her mind on business--or her hands to herself--even during the broadcast...
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, Published: http://amberquill.com, 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: November 2004
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [418 KB], eReader (PDB) [72 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [49 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [44 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [96 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [117 KB], hiebook (KML) [141 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [118 KB], iSilo (PDB) [40 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [51 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [99 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [69 KB]
Words: 13704
Reading time: 39-54 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 1-59279-274-X
 
"Road To Romance Recommended Read! ... A contemporary setting, drive and sensuality come alive in the pages of this hot, short and very fulfilling story by Paris Dixon. The characters, Tess and Jared, are a handful! They have grit, determination, attitude and readers are gonna love 'em! These two characters set the place on fire with their sexual tension and the sexual acts themselves. Tess and Jared don't let anyone stand in their way of obtaining their goals and they both want the same thing ... the job and each other. So much energy a reader can feel it in every nerve ending and every spot on their body. News like this has never been so exciting! Be ready for "News at 11"--it's a hell of a ride!"--Tracey West, Road To Romance "4 1/2 Stars! ... A fast-paced short story that kept me glued to my seat (in more ways than one) until I finished it. Tess is a hard-nosed career woman and I must say initially I had little sympathy for her. To me she had sacrificed her femininity to her career. However, Ms. Dixon skillfully drops hints as to the reasons for Tess's attitude and in the end, I actually quite liked Tess. Ms. Dixon's description of Jared Cox was enough to make me melt. Handsome and sexy enough to make a nun forget her vows, Jared is 100% pure male. Tess struggles hard to gain the upper hand, but Jared is equal to the task of ensuring that their partnership will be mutually satisfying, both on-screen and off. Ms. Dixon's characters seem to make foreplay a test of endurance (for the reader as well!). When sexual tension finally reaches breaking point, be prepared for a raunchy, heated sex-marathon. A good story, believable characters and steamy sex--this book has earned its permanent place on my keeper shelf."--Michelle Naumann, Just Erotic Romance Reviews "4 1/2 Stars! ... Paris Dixon has written another highly erotic romance where the sex scenes between these characters sizzle across the pages. Even though Ms. Dixon writes a short story, she is able to make you feel the emotion between Tess and Jared. If it's written by Paris Dixon, then I can highly recommend it."--Sharon, Sizzling Romances "4 Cups! ... Tess and Jared are both strong individuals with well defined goals and aspirations. The characters are well developed and complement the storyline very well. The love scenes are very descriptive and fit into the overall plot seamlessly. I enjoyed "News at 11" immensely. I highly recommend it to anyone who loves a hot story with strong characters in a contemporary setting. Ms. Dixon is a very talented author and I look forward to reading more of her work in the future."--Susan White, Coffee Time Romance "...This was a fast read that had me grinning at Tess's antics and her determination to get rid of Jared... I enjoyed his quirky sense of humor in the face of her antagonism. It isn't until the end that the reader gets to see Tess's comeuppance, but it proves that even the hardest of women still needs the love of a good man. "News At 11" is as steamy as the location it was set in. It's filled with passionate characters and erotic love scenes that will have you hooked to the very end."--Sarah, Fallen Angels "4 Hearts! ... This was a first for me and this author. I've never read anything by Ms. Dixon but I'm sure I'll be looking for more. The story idea was very unique and funny and sexually exciting and just plain good. I loved Tess's fiery personality and Jared's I-know-you're-hot-for-me-so-what'er-you-gonna-do-about-it attitude. The ending was really intense and by this point the sexual tension was almost unbearable. I love every word of it! Don't miss this quick, hot read!"--Amy L. Turpin, The Romance Studio "4 Roses! ... "News At 11" is a short story and one that you might not want to miss. Yes, all the interaction happens at the news station. I mean ALL the action. Can Tess' plan backfire on her or get her exactly what she really wants? To find out how these two news anchors broadcast the news, what happens under the desk and in the dressing rooms, read "News At 11." It isn't your typical newscast."--Pam, A Romance Review
CHAPTER 1 "You did what?" blared Tess Iverson, doing nothing to trim the unparalleled fury from her voice as she stormed back and forth across the wide office. It took all her strength to keep from lunging across the desk and wrapping her trembling hands around the beefy throat of the fiftyish station manager. Her acerbic display–her "calling card," she thought with satisfaction, which had always worked like a charm when making demands–had sent the program director, the sales director, and the news director out of the office, scurrying like a trio of rodents as if in fear for their lives. Tess didn't need those peons to interrupt her current tirade, anyway, especially since the lone man sitting before her like a self-professed Buddha actually called all the shots. "Howie, I thought you said–" "Now, now, Tess, don't get all bitchy on me." Howard Jerkowitz sat back in his swivel chair, wedging a fat cigar between his fat lips, then patting his fat belly with his fat hands. With his mocking gray eyes, snide and condescending smile, and twin pit stains darkening his yellowed white shirt, he looked every bit the "Jerk" his last name implied. Or, as Tess amended, still smoldering at his shocking news, "Jerk-Off" seemed more appropriate. "You haven't even begun to see bitchy!" she countered, her voice rising in volume when his gaze abandoned her. He seemed to be paying more attention to the television monitors along one full wall of his smoky office. Each monitor silently flashed broadcasts from competitor stations, while the center monitor, the widest, stayed tuned to WGSO, one of Savannah's local stations–their station. Currently, everything from an I Love Lucy rerun, a kiddie extravaganza with clowns conversing with puppets, and a cooking show with a hostess that looked as if she ate every crumb of the crap she "supposedly" concocted single-handedly for the viewing audience, confused the eye. Tess focused her attention on her boss's face, however, and wished he, for once in his life, would courteously do the same with her. After all, he had just dropped the bombshell of all bombshells, something that affected her hard-won success, and she felt she deserved–as the unqualified star of the fledgling station's news team–his undivided attention. "I will act bitchy when you go against your own promise, Howie. Indeed, just last month you assured me a sole anchor slot for at least a full year." "It's not like I'm altering your contract, Darlin'. You get the same salary." "That's not the point, and you know it." The point was Tess being spotted and snatched up by a major market station. Although she had never voiced the "plan" to her co-workers, she knew the station's Buddha knew exactly when she had in mind. Hell, everyone knew it. The framed and autographed eight-by-tens of Barbara Walters, Diane Sawyer, and Jane Paulie–her idols since youth–that graced her dressing room walls advertised her ultimate goal. "I remember what I promised, but numbers don't lie," said Howard, flipping through a mountain of paperwork on his cluttered desk, the garnet in his gold pinkie ring flashing and taunting her like a matador's red cape. "And the numbers say the viewers prefer co-anchors. Male and female." "But I thought–" "Oh, yes, your ratings are respectable. Higher, in fact, then they were before we moved you from the morning news to fill the vacant eleven PM seat. Viewers adore you, Darlin'. Or should I say, the male viewers, especially those in the eighteen to thirty-four age range. The females, on the other hand…well, they like you well enough, they trust you, but you flying solo every night is hardly the draw we need to beat the competition from the major networks. Market share is the ticket, Darlin'. The demographics–" "Fuck the demographics! I won't have–" "You will have a co-anchor, so just get used to sharing the spotlight." For a moment, Tess seethed in trembling silence. She hated the fact that he had already approved the hiring of a male co-anchor–an inexperienced hot-shot from New York City, of all places on God's Green Earth–without so much as consulting her. Damn it! She had clawed her way to her current position, taking over the popular News At 11 show after years of grueling field assignments and morning broadcasts. But here, a supposed greenhorn from the Big Apple sends a stupid video of his work and instantly snatches a coveted job without having to pay his dues? Talk about a double standard. "So who the hell is this Yankee, anyway?" "His name is Jared Cox and he's–what's so god-damned amusing?" "It figures you'd hire someone named after a penis." Jerkowitz flung his mushy cigar stub into an overflowing ashtray, sending puffs of gray-black soot into the air to speckle various folders and printouts and framed pictures of his equally hefty wife, children, and grandchildren. His bald pate shimmered with perspiration as he waggled a pudgy index finger at her, like a parent reprimanding an unruly offspring. "You had best learn to curb that tongue, Darlin', or else–" "Quit calling me Darlin', damn it!" With one sweep of her hand, Tess toppled the Himalayas of reports and surveys from his desk, creating an avalanche of worthless demographics that spilled onto the stained and frayed beige carpeting. "I hate it when you call me Darlin'! And for your information, I'm not your Darlin'!" "Or nobody else's, for that matter." "What did you say?" Copyright © 2004 by Paris Dixon.
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