Mr. Not Your Savior! by Alina Jacobs 💕 New Release Blitz, Freebie Offer and Print Book Giveaway 💕 (Romantic Comedy)

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Now all I have to do is convince this ice-cold bastard that I’m exactly what he needs…

When your mean boss asks you if you’re ready to admit defeat—and move out of his car…you wonder where you went wrong in life.

Two weeks ago, I was an optimistic office girl with a Pinterest vision board and a dream.

Now? I’m standing in a billionaire’s penthouse office, trying not to throw a donut at his smug, perfect face.

McCarthy Svensson is my new boss-slash-personal tormentor.

Though he thinks he’s my only protector.

He’s wrong. He’s way worse than the merry-go-round of ex fiancés who may or may not be stalking me, including ex-fiancé number one of three, who fakes his death then pops up out of a casket. Alive.

Yes, I have a messy dating life.

I like to think it makes me unique and quirky!

He doesn’t seem to think so.

When he growls, “I’m not helping you until you admit you need me,” I slam a binder against his chest and smile sweetly.

“Pick your fake girlfriend, buddy. Deadline’s midnight.”

He smirks. “As long as she’s nothing like you.”

Cool.

Now all I have to do is convince this ice-cold bastard that I’m exactly what he needs…

No not like that! I’m trying to save his reputation and my job.

And I’m not saving either if I keep letting him finger me in the back seat of his limo…gulp.

Stalkers, hot but toxic bosses, a granny with a flamethrower… This full-length, stand-alone, enemies-to-lovers romantic comedy with all of the crazy laughs and of course the perfect happily ever after!

Lips thin, McCarthy extricates Truman from my bag and sets him on the floor, where the little dog rolls on his back for a belly rub.

“I’m not petting you,” McCarthy tells him. “I don’t like you or your owner. And why does your dog smell like garlic butter, Cupcake?”

I tap him lightly with my Stanley cup. “You will not make it in prison, not with that pretty face, so let’s be pleasant to people today!”

McCarthy bares his teeth then scowls as Truman jumps up onto the leather chair then onto the desk and flops on his back.

“Being nice is how you screwed up your life, Cupcake. You have a grocery store aisle full of terrible exes.”

Finally relenting, he scratches Truman’s belly.

“Nathan isn’t an ex.”

“Not yet.”

“My fiancé, who I love very much, and I are going to spend a romantic weekend together. I love him,” I say. “He loves me.”

He has to.

And if he didn’t ask me how I was after the funeral, that’s because he’s worried about work and securing our future.

With thoughts of yesterday come the threat of tears. To distract myself and not let McCarthy see, I check my phone for the time, ignoring the deluge of new potentially stalkerish messages.

I pat him on the arm. “Don't worry. I'm here to wallpaper over all your mental deficiencies.”

“My mental deficiencies?” he barks. “Cupcake, I already know more about your dating life than I ever wanted to. I could write a dissertation on your romantic delusions.”

“I don’t want to hear you accuse my fiancé of cheating on me again,” I say, warning him.

“I don’t have to. A little introspection and you’ll see I’m right.”

A stack of books drops on his desk with a bang.

“These are self-help dating books.” He holds them up one by one. “This one is well reviewed. This one is from a person with a PhD. This is by an influencer who believes in crystals and ley lines, so it's probably more on your level.”

“Ooh! Pink! Aww, McCarthy!” I beam at him. “See? You can be a nice person.”

He gets in my face. “Your dating life is the most stressful thing going on for me right now, and that includes having my little brother screw up in my office on a daily basis and ruin million-dollar satellites.”

“Choo, choo! Let’s ride that Mr. Nice Guy train all the way to the station of gratitude!” I spin to the door. “We’re bringing pastries for your employees, and we have to get in line at the bakery. Where’s your security team? I want to go over the itinerary with your head of security. After yesterday, I’m sure he’s locking everything down.”

McCarthy twists, reaching under his jacket. He pulls out a gun.

I squeak.

“I don’t need a goddamn security team. This is America. I have Smith, Wesson, and the Second Amendment. Let someone fuck with me. I wish they would.”

“Oh my gosh! Put that away. Don’t pull a gun at the doughnut shop.”

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Armed with comfy pants, overpriced coffee, and a highly anxious emotional-support corgi, I prepare to face him.

Corporate boss.

Villain.

I step into his office. His perfect mouth twists into a sneer.

There is no heart of gold beneath that suit, just a big black pit. He’s a shark in the frothy waters of high-stakes finance.

He might be the quintessential asshole CEO, causing all in his path to quake in fear, but he’s never had to face down a Basic Beyotch in her thirties.

I am exactly like the other girls—I adore Starbucks, greige home decor, and making snarky jokes with my bestie. I’ve even inherited a stalker from an ill-advised singles party.
Yeah, the stalker is… a problem, one I’m hoping will just go away if I ignore it.

I can’t ignore him, though.
He’s all broad shoulders and snide comments, picking apart everything about me as he circles me, going for the kill.
He would never fire me, though. There’s no fun in that. He wants me to quit, to have a mental breakdown.
Well, he can get in line behind my crazy gold-digging sister, my guilt-tripping mother, and the aforementioned stalker.

He pins me with his gaze.
I brace myself, waiting for the verbal blow to come…
Instead, he says, “I need a date tonight, and unfortunately, it has to be you.”

This is a full-length, enemies-to-lovers romantic comedy, complete with smokin’ hot-but-morally gray heroes, a smidge of suspense, and of course the perfect happily ever after!

I write the kind of books I love—romantic comedies featuring snarly guys with hearts of gold, kick-ass heroines, and a swoon-worthy happily ever after! Also wine. And cupcakes.

When I’m not writing I can be found drinking tea, surrounded by my massive to-be-read pile! So many books...

You can connect with me on social media or find information on my books at my website.