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A resenha de hoje \u00e9 do \u00faltimo lan\u00e7amento da autora Katie Ashley. Office Mate \u00e9 uma com\u00e9dia rom\u00e2ntica de inimigos transformados em amantes. Leia abaixo nossa resenha e sinopse (em portugu\u00eas e ingl\u00eas) e um pequeno trecho do livro (somente em ingl\u00eas). Boa leitura!<\/h2>\n

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Resenha:<\/h1>\n

O que fazer quando voc\u00ea est\u00e1 preparada para assumir o seu cargo de direito e de repente voc\u00ea perde a sua promo\u00e7\u00e3o para o filho do chefe? Ou ent\u00e3o, o que fazer quando voc\u00ea est\u00e1 satisfeito na sua carreira, mas a carreira do seu pai te impede de continuar nela?<\/p>\n

Tanto Isabel quanto Thorn n\u00e3o est\u00e3o tendo os melhore momentos de suas vidas, e quando seus destinos cruzam,\u00a0 eles se tornam inimigos instant\u00e2neos.<\/p>\n

Sabe aquele livro que te prende e voc\u00ea quer ler todo de uma vez s\u00f3: Office Mate \u00e9 desses.<\/p>\n

Um romance de tirar o folego, de fazer voc\u00ea rir sem parar, e com vingan\u00e7as inacredit\u00e1veis! Thorn e Isabel v\u00e3o fazer voc\u00ea e apaixonar por eles ao mesmo tempo que eles se apaixonam um pelo outro! Leitura mais do que recomendada.<\/p>\n

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What do do when you lose your coveted promotion to your boss’ son? Or when you have to abandon you career because of your father’s? Isabel and Thorn were in a cross-road in their lives, and when they cross paths, they became instant enemies, but not without some instant lust. This is the kind of book to read in one sitting, a romance that leave you breathless, make you laugh out loud and cheer both of them in their attempt of gaining the upper hand. Throw in the mix some not well planned vengeance and\u00a0 you have the recipe for a 5 star read.<\/p>\n

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<\/b>OFFICE MATE by Katie Ashley<\/strong><\/h2>\n

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Thorn<\/p>\n

Desde a primeira vez que eu brinquei de ex\u00e9rcito, ainda crian\u00e7a, ser um militar tem sido minha vida. Como um major aeron\u00e1utico, eu liderei meus homens atrav\u00e9s de duas campanhas no Afeganist\u00e3o. Mas quando meu pai foi eleito presidente, eu virei um alvo ainda maior para o inimigo \u2013 um pr\u00eamio para algu\u00e9m pegar. Para garantir n\u00e3o s\u00f3 a minha seguran\u00e7a, quanto a dos meus homens, eu fui retirado da minha farda, enfiado em um terno Armani e colocado numa posi\u00e7\u00e3o de ger\u00eancia na empresa do meu pai. Depois de anos caminhando no deserto com um fuzil, eu estava fora da minha \u00e1rea de conhecimento, o que meu coordenador de transi\u00e7\u00e3o estava mais do que feliz em me dizer todo dia, se n\u00e3o toda hora. A linda morena ia ser minha causa de morte, em mais de um jeito, especialmente que eu n\u00e3o tinha estado com uma mulher desde o meu \u00faltimo deslocamento. Ela est\u00e1 mostrando ser um dos maiores advers\u00e1rios que eu j\u00e1 batalhei.<\/p>\n

Isabel<\/p>\n

Na cidade do interior da Georgia em que eu nasci, ou voc\u00ea casa logo depois do ensino m\u00e9dio, ou sai correndo de l\u00e1. Eu escolhi a segunda op\u00e7\u00e3o e nunca olhei para tr\u00e1s. Depois de graduar no topo da minha turma, eu comecei a trabalhar na Callahan Corporation. Cinco anos depois e eu estou a ponto de me tornar a mais nova gerente na hist\u00f3ria do meu departamento. E todo sangue, suor e l\u00e1grimas que eu coloquei na minha carreira foram para nada, quando o filho bilion\u00e1rio do chefe recebeu a minha posi\u00e7\u00e3o numa bandeja de prata. N\u00e3o s\u00f3 isso, \u00e9 esperado que eu o ajude a fazer a transi\u00e7\u00e3o na posi\u00e7\u00e3o que deveria ser minha. Claro, ele \u00e9 bom para os olhos com seu bem definido rosto e corpo impossivelmente bem formado, mas eu n\u00e3o vou deixar isso me distrair. Eu espero o soldado seja bom em estrat\u00e9gia militir, porque sabotagem \u00e9 o nome do jogo eu esterei jogando.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Thorn<\/p>\n

From the first time I played army as a kid, the military has been my life. As an Airborne Major, I\u2019d led my men through two tours in Afghanistan. But when my father was elected president, I became an even greater target for the enemy\u2014a prize for someone to take out. To ensure not only the safety of myself, but of my men, I got stripped of my cammies, shoved into an Armani suit, and placed into a management position at my father\u2019s company. After years of trekking through the desert with an assault rifle, I was way out of my area of expertise, which my transition coordinator was more than happy to let me know on a daily, if not hourly basis. The brunette bombshell would be the death of me in more ways than one, especially since I hadn\u2019t been with a woman since my last deployment. She\u2019s turning out to be one of the greatest foes I\u2019ve ever done battle with.<\/p>\n

Isabel<\/p>\n

In the backwoods Georgia town I was born in, you either married right out of high school or got the hell out of town. I chose the second and never looked back. After graduating top in my class, I started working for The Callahan Corporation. Fast forward five years and I was about to become the youngest female manager in the history of my department. And then all the blood, sweat, and tears I\u2019d put into my career were for nothing when the boss\u2019s billionaire son was handed my position on a silver platter. Not only that, I was expected to help transition him into the job that was supposed to be mine. Sure, he\u2019s easy on the eyes with his chiseled good-looks and impossibly built physique, but I\u2019m not going to let that distract me. I hope soldier boy is good at military strategy because sabotage is the name of the game I\u2019ll be playing.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Today found us doing some last-minute tweaking in preparation for our dinner meeting with George Halliwell. Although it was just a typical business dinner, Thorn appeared exceptionally tense. He kept popping his neck and jerking his hand through his hair. I hated when he did the hair jerk because it made his sandy blond hair look all tousled and sexy like he\u2019d been rolling around in the sheets during a sexathon. <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, I utterly despised myself for thinking that. <\/span><\/p>\n

We\u2019d just hit a tedious part of reviewing the files on the computer when Thorn leaned his head back and pinched the bridge of his nose. \u201cIf I\u2019m going to get through the rest of this, I\u2019m going to need some strong coffee.\u201d He stared pointedly at me. <\/span><\/p>\n

Oh. Hell. No.<\/span><\/i> He was <\/span>not <\/span><\/i>suggesting I get his coffee. <\/span><\/p>\n

In a sugary-sweet tone, I replied, \u201cI believe I showed you where the break room is last week, but if you\u2019ve forgotten, it\u2019s down the hall and then take two lefts.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI want an espresso from Starbucks.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThen you\u2019re going to need to take the elevator and go down the block.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow much plainer do I need to make this, Ms. Flannery? I want a Venti espresso from Starbucks, and you\u2019re going to get it for me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, Mr. Callahan, there are a lot of things I want that I don\u2019t get. That\u2019s just life. Furthermore, I know you\u2019re still new to the workforce, but being a coffee runner is not part of my job description. You have an assistant, AKA a secretary for that, not to mention a Secret Service agent who is outside thumbing through <\/span>Cosmo<\/span><\/i>.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His blue eyes narrowed at me. \u201cI never said it was part of your job. However, I do believe it is part of your job description not to be insubordinate to your superior.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

If I had been a cartoon character, this was the moment imaginary steam would have billowed from my ears at Thorn\u2019s audacity. At that moment, I had two choices\u2014my own version of Robert Frost\u2019s <\/span>The Road Not Taken<\/span><\/i>. Fearing for my job, I could bow to Thorn\u2019s will and get his damn coffee, or I could throw caution to the wind and put Mr. Trust Fund Baby in his place. By now, you should know me well enough to know which one I chose. It also didn\u2019t help that I\u2019d caught the end of <\/span>Nine to Five<\/span><\/i>, one of my all-time favorites, on HBO when I got in from work the night before. Facing down my own version of Franklin Hart, I was going to make Violet, Doralee, and Judy proud. <\/span><\/p>\n

I jabbed his chest with my index finger. \u201cLook, soldier boy, I know you\u2019re used to barking orders and having your men and women scramble to obey them, but we\u2019re not in Afghanistan anymore, Toto. Now I\u2019m going to walk out of here and tell your secretary you\u2019re about to piss yourself for an espresso.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

While I fully expected Thorn to be enraged by my declaration, I didn\u2019t expect the amused smirk that twisted on his face. \u201cAlice isn\u2019t here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cExcuse me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe took a half day to go to the dentist.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Damn Alice and her teeth.<\/span><\/i> Now my ass really was on the line. \u201cFine. I will go get your precious espresso, but don\u2019t doubt for one minute that I\u2019ll be filing a grievance via the proper channels,\u201d I hissed. <\/span><\/p>\n

Thorn had the audacity to grin. \u201cYou make sure you do that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

MOTHERFUCKER.<\/span><\/i> After I whirled around, I started stalking out of his office. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, Ms. Flannery?\u201d he called. <\/span><\/p>\n

I fought the urge to reply, <\/span>Yes, Satan?<\/span><\/i> Instead, I slowly pivoted around. \u201cYes, Mr. Callahan?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI would offer you some cash, but I\u2019m sure you\u2019ll want a receipt to corroborate your story.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Smug bastard.<\/span><\/i> Of course I wanted a receipt, and of course I planned to put it with my grievance. I hated that he had the ability to read my mind; it made it hard to maintain any ground with him. Well, <\/span>sometimes<\/span><\/i> he could read my mind\u2014obviously, if he were fully psychic, he would have busted me for the underhanded shit I\u2019d been doing to him. <\/span><\/p>\n

I gave a nod of my head before turning back around and sprinting out the door. After I stopped by my office for my purse, I hopped on the elevator. When I jabbed the button for the lobby, the woman behind me snickered. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTough day, huh?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou could say that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTrust me, I\u2019ve been there.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The commiseration was nice, but at the same time, I inwardly groaned at my behavior. I mean, when had I sunk so low as to act like a petulant toddler by taking my frustrations out on an elevator button? That was somewhat of a rhetorical question since I knew exactly why I was acting the way I was. It was all because the devil incarnate had usurped me at my job and was hell-bent on driving me batshit crazy. <\/span><\/p>\n

While it pained me to admit it, I really, really wanted to hurt Thorn Callahan, and that in itself was unnerving because I normally wasn\u2019t a violent person. Back home in Georgia, I was constantly stopping my car to help wayward turtles in the middle of the road. I\u2019d even been known to put spiders outside rather than squishing them. <\/span><\/p>\n

Ugh, the man was driving me absolutely insane, and it had only been three weeks. How was I possibly going to make it a year to eighteen months with him? As I pushed through the doors of the Starbucks, I found myself actually contemplating the thought of changing companies, but I really didn\u2019t want to go that route. It wasn\u2019t that I couldn\u2019t have found another job, but more about the fact that I loved the Callahan Corporation, which had been home to me for so many years. <\/span><\/p>\n

After I placed my order for Satan\u2019s precious espresso, I started shuffling around in the bottom of my purse for my debit card, and I finally found it hiding under a bottle of dog laxatives. After I handed the card to the barista, my gaze once again fell inside my purse, more specifically on the bottle.<\/span><\/p>\n

You see, it wasn\u2019t normal for me to have dog laxatives rolling around in the bottom of my purse. Dani was known to suffer from constipation from time to time, which the vet assured me was part of living the city dog life. I hadn\u2019t meant to bring them with me that day. When I was raking stuff off the kitchen counter and into my purse, I thought I\u2019d swept up a bottle of Midol. <\/span><\/p>\n

At that moment, a truly devious idea entered my mind. It was so heinous that I actually sucked in an agonized breath upon realizing I\u2019d actually thought it. I even went so far as to glance left and right to make sure no one was staring at me in fear. I don\u2019t know why I thought someone could suddenly have the ability to read my mind, but if they did, I would be in big trouble. <\/span><\/p>\n

I could almost imagine the expressions of horror on their faces, as well as the dialogue that might take place. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat seemingly normal-looking chick right there? She\u2019s debating putting dog laxatives in her boss\u2019s coffee.\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cDamn, that\u2019s cold.\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cForget cold\u2014it\u2019s downright psychotic. If she keeps gobbling up the cuckoo puffs, she\u2019ll be rocking a straight-jacket down in Bellevue.\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cI dunno, bosses can be epic pricks. He probably deserves a lengthy ride on the porcelain chariot.\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cEspresso for Isabel.\u201d I jumped out of my thoughts at the sound of my name being called. <\/span><\/p>\n

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\"\"Katie Ashley is a New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon Best-Selling author of both Indie and Traditionally published books. She lives outside of Atlanta, Georgia with her daughter, Olivia, and her spoiled mutt, Duke. She has a slight obsession with Pinterest, The Golden Girls, Shakespeare, Harry Potter, Star Wars, and Scooby-Doo.<\/span><\/p>\n

With a BA in English, a BS in Secondary English Education, and a Masters in Adolescent English Education, she spent eleven years teaching both middle and high school English, as well as a few adjunct college English classes. As of January 2013, she hung up her red pen and expo markers to become a full-time writer. Each and every day she counts her blessings to be able to do her dream job.<\/span><\/p>\n

Although her roots are firmly planted in the red Georgia clay, she loves traveling the country and world to meet readers and hang out with fellow authors. When she\u2019s not writing or chasing down her toddler, you might find her watching reruns of The Golden Girls, reading historical biographies, along with romance novels, or spending way too much time on Facebook.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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