Against All Rules is a contemporary workplace romance set in India.
The efficient PA out of her depth…
Samara knows getting attracted to Tahir is like asking for trouble. Not only is he her boss but he’s got divorced recently and has sworn off any commitment. Short term is not on her list but temptation has never been stronger…
The man who doesn’t have faith in rainbows anymore
Tahir doesn’t believe in enforcing a code of conduct he cannot follow. But Samara might just make him make an exception! An affair at the office might seem a solution to his troubles but how can he avoid treading uncharted territory…?
Against All Rules
…when fire is set, it’s hard to avoid the blaze…
What readers and reviewers say :
“Summerita has created an intense story that carried me along on a journey of highs and lows along with the protagonists.”
– Reet Singh, Harlequin author. Read full review here
“With her passionate storytelling, and stunning descriptions, Summerita transports us to a beautifully exotic setting inside and outside of the workplace. A read guaranteed to keep you warm at night :)’ ” – Karin Baine, on Goodreads
“Against All Rules is the tale of passionate romance between a charming, brooding, masculine boss and his efficient, emotional and hazel-eyed PA. This is not a typical Boss-PA office romance but a sensual tale which slowly explores the emotional depths of protagonist.”
– Anisha Singh, an English Literature graduate. Read full review here
“A superbly written book with well delineated characters and scorching chemistry!”
– Tanu Jain, Harlequin author. Read full review here
“This book is well written and Summerita Rhayne is a very talented writer. I highly recommend it. I give this book 5 stars. I will tell all my friends that this is a must to read.”
– Jennifer Lawrence, reader and book critic. Read full review here
“The palpable attraction between the two and the fight of principles takes us on an intense, hot and passionate journey. If one is looking for a hotter than hot Indian romance on a dreamy night or day `Against All Rules’ is the book.”
– Ruchi Singh, reader and aspiring author. Read full review here
“Loved reading this love story so much that it made me sad when it ended….I want to read more from the writer.” – Srijoy Aditya, reader. Read full review here
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Coming into her office to ask if everything was ready, Tahir stilled as his gaze found the woman with her neck arched back in abandon in the chair. What the…his jaw went slack focusing on the darting tip of a tongue moistening soft pink flesh and the expression of pure sensual enjoyment on her face.
This wasn’t his usually staid and prim PA. Muscles clenched low in his body witnessing the sensuous slide of that tongue tip. Like he’d wandered into the live filming of some erotic edgy scene. It only needed her hair unconfined and the prim buttons on her top loosened for the picture of sexy siren to be complete. With her head thrown back like that and her chest thrust forward, full curves straining the buttons, she wasn’t less than a siren now. His gaze moved back to the promise of her lush parted mouth and it required no imagination to picture the feel of it beneath his, to picture capturing that errant tip… He inhaled. Blood rushed through his body at double the speed, surging strategically southward.
Samara became conscious of something different in her surroundings and sat up, guilt flooding her skin with warmth as she saw Tahir looking at her from his six foot vantage point, narrowed brown gaze focusing on her face. The dark brows lifted sardonically, his well shaped mouth with that velvet sheen it had, curving oh so slightly.
‘I – I was just…’
She stopped, unable to explain and unable to decipher why she felt the temperature of the room increase till a wave of heat bounced around her body.
He stood feet apart, every inch the inflexible, demanding boss man that he was. He was also jaw dropping handsome, looking like a honed and toned version of a male deo model. Forget the chocó, I could settle for a bite of that anytime. That well shaped mouth, with a fuller sensual lower lip, dark eyes, the colour of ground coffee, thickly lashed. Those spikes, he gelled his hair into as a concession to trend. No wonder women chased him any and every chance they got.
‘I don’t pay you to indulge your time fantasizing in my office.’ He ground out, a curt edge to his deep voice, his eyes still narrowed on her face.