Ellie K. Wilde

six-ty for-ty rule (noun): a deal you make with your pain-in-the-butt client, when hating him starts to feel a little too good. Jude Holland has slogged it for years at a chance to land a coveted job designing the city's most breathtaking restaurants and nightclubs. And when a spot opens up on her firm's design team, her boss makes her a deal: design Theo Jordan-the firm's biggest client-a new restaurant, convince him to renew his contract with the company, and the job is hers. If only he'd play along. Theo is infamous for three very specific things: he's a hot-shot young chef-turned-restaurateur, a thorn-in-your-side client, and the kind of attractive that makes you wonder which kind of psychedelics the great maker was taking, when he created him. Not that Jude notices. She's too busy sticking to the plan, and it helps that he's a total ass, anyway. That is, until a steamy business trip leads to a very different deal between these enemies, who suddenly can't seem to keep their hands off each other. Sixty percent of the time, they'd indulge those funny, fluttering feelings that seem to manifest whenever they're together. The rest of the time? They'd be nothing but professional. It doesn't take Theo long to realize that's easier said than done. But with a restaurant launch and a dream promotion on the line-not to mention a workplace rival hell-bent on ruining her career-Theo only has a handful of weeks to convince Jude to make that sixty percent full-time. The Sixty/Forty Rule is a slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers workplace romance between a sunshine commercial designer and her grumpy client. It has a healthy dose of spice and a happily ever after. It is the first book in the Sunset Landing series of standalone reads.

A Grumpy Sunshine Enemies to Lovers Romance

The Sixty/Forty Rule

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There’s never a margin of error, not when you come from nothing.

Jude Holland has sat at the back of my mind for three years. And now she’s here.

And it’s there again. That crazy pull to give her whatever she wants. She could ask me to charter a jet just to taste the water in Tahiti and I’d drop into a curtsy before doing it. Hop on, sweetheart.

An hour later, after trading a stream of one-hit wonders sure to get stuck in my head for days, I drop a dead asleep Jude onto her bed, careful not to disturb the soft, peaceful look on her face. Very badly, I wish I could dive in next to her. Curl her into my side with this plush comforter cocooning us together.

I don’t, though. We’re friends. Just friends and so I tuck the blankets up to her chin, making a burrito out of her. Linger for a moment, debating whether I can allow myself this one thing, just this once. Deciding I should because I might combust without it, and dropping a kiss in the hollow of her cheek.

I’d give her a lifetime, if she wanted it.

She lifts a hand. Puts it against my chest.

I cover it with one of mine. “It’s yours.”

It would be easy to give up. To get angry, bitter that she’d put me through this, that she’d choose to go without me. But I feel none of that.

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, I beg her silently after I collapse against her. 

He’s a giver who needs to be taught how to take.

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