Emmy And The Boss
Emmy Jones loved lists. You could, in fact, say that lists were her life. In her estimation nothing was quite as satisfying as knowing exactly what needed to be done and checking the tasks off one by one until the list was complete, then filing it away in the neat folder in the drawer where she kept her completed lists.Organization was big with Emmy, too.
Lists and a good filing system couldn't fix her wild blond hair—a tub of gel and a professional to apply it couldn't get her curls to lie flat and sleek—or tone down her freckles or shrink her to a more moderate height than her lanky five-foot-nine. But lists could keep her life in order, and order was something that had been in short supply in Emmy's formative years.
She believed in lists.
Lists had never failed her, and she'd never failed them. Until today.
Today, her fiancé had dumped her, making it practically impossible for her to finish her wedding list, which ended, obviously, with the actual wedding. The easiest way to solve the problem would have been to get Roger back, but she refused to do that. There were some things more important than lists—not caving in to a man who called ... read full excerpt from Emmy and the Boss ebook
