The Mountain Man's Midnight Date

This New Year’s Eve, the mountain man boss is determined to claim his sweet little assistant before the clock strikes midnight.

Joy
Pathetic. That’s the word for a curvy girl who crushes hopelessly on her grumpy boss the way I do mine. But it’s not my fault the growling mountain man demands I drive to his remote cabin at least once a week to bring him paperwork.
I mean, join the twenty-first century and send an email. But then I wouldn’t have the chance to visit him every week. See? I’m in a lot of trouble and not the good kind.
That’s why I accept the invitation to the New Year’s Eve masquerade. For a few hours, I can put on a mask and pretend that my hot boss is one of the guys here tonight. Maybe I can even pretend he’s the one who won’t stop staring at me.

Ford
Irresistible. That’s the word for my curvy assistant I keep demanding to see in person.
Computer illiterate grump. That’s what she thinks I am. I’ll keep letting her think it because I live for these moments when I get to scowl at my pretty little assistant.
But the moment I see her invitation to the masquerade party, I know I can’t let her go. I’m not letting her sneak away to some party to kiss other men.
No, I’ll be the one kissing her lips and convincing her to leave with me. By the time the clock strikes midnight, she’ll belong to me forever.