Pink Slips by Emma J. Wolfe 💕 Book Blitz & Gift Card Giveaway 💕(Contemporary Romance)

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Happily married and the head of a prestigious ad agency’s venture capital division, Hope Hunter has it all. Then, disaster strikes as an attack on her reputation ends her marriage and puts her career in jeopardy.

Hurting and still recovering from a whirlwind affair with a man who reveals an unforgivable secret, Hope flees Chicago for London, England. There, she tries to pull herself together and decide what, if anything, of her old life is worth fighting for.

They say you can’t have it all, and the events of the last few months seem to be trying to prove that. Hope’s not ready to give up, however. After all, where is it written that a woman must choose between passionate love and an exciting career?

A story about beating the odds, Pink Slips is the first installment in Emma J. Wolfe’s Hope Hunter Chronicles.

She met her own eyes in the mirror. Am I being a fool? A fool who’s about to have great sex, she thought devilishly.
“See, David? Two can play this game. Oh no, I’m not doing this to get even with David,” she shouted out loud, sure she was losing her mind, as she now talked to herself not just in her head but also out loud. The bell rang. She winked at herself, trying to believe she could be the person she was about to be. She buzzed him in. “Come on up. I’ve been waiting for you,” she said seductively.
She opened the door to find Shelly standing there. “Did I miss a meeting? What the hell, Hope?” cracked Shelly.
“What are you doing here? I’m expecting Adler. You have to leave,” said Hope, embarrassed and worried Adler would be embarrassed too and would leave.
“Oh, a little afternoon delight. OK, OK, you need this, but I want details,” Shelly said, laughing.
Buzzz. Hope pressed the button. “Uh…hello.” Shit, that wasn’t the seductive greeting I wanted.
“It’s me.” His voice melted her. “OMG, I think I just came hearing his voice,” joked Shelly.
“Get out of here, and don’t let him see you,” said Hope. She pushed her friend out the door and tried to regain her seductive voice, realizing Adler was walking down the hall.
Hope paused, took a deep breath and then opened the door.
“Hello, gorgeous,” he said so simply but in a way that made her knees wobble. Adler had such a way. “I guess great minds think alike.” He slammed the door behind him, grabbed her close, and began to kiss her passionately. He thrust his tongue into Hope’s mouth, but his breath smelled like an Altoid. He actually cared enough to eat a mint before he kissed me, thought Hope. Either that or this wasn’t his first rodeo. His hands moved from her face to her breasts and down to her butt as he pulled her toward him.

Emma J. Wolfe is a technology entrepreneur and attorney. She is currently working on the second installment of the Hope Hunter Chronicles, Southern Life.