Connectivity by Aven Ellis
Publication date: October 16th 2013
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Overachiever Mary-Kate Grant (who is indeed named after an Olsen Twin) has followed every rule to the letter to pursue her dream of working in TV programming. Ripping a page from the “hard work pays off” playbook, she takes an assistant level job at a Chicago sports network to break into the industry.
MK has no time or desire for a relationship right now—she is totally focused on her career and being independent, unlike the other women in her family.
But MK’s plans are run through the shredder when she finds herself working for William Cumberland, a British media mogul who made his fortune with Connectivity, a social media site. William blows into Chicago just like the winds off Lake Michigan and purchases the group of networks MK works for—and makes her his personal assistant in the process.
Suddenly MK finds her career plans in jeopardy. William makes her question everything she has ever thought and has the uncanny ability to see right through her. And for the first time in her life, MK finds herself not only questioning what she wants for her career but for her personal life as well…
AUTHOR BIO:
Aven Ellis has been writing fiction since she was sixteen. She studied communications at a large Midwestern university, and after graduation, Aven worked as a reporter for a community newspaper, followed by a stint at a public relations agency.
But writing about city council meetings and restaurant franchises was not as much fun as writing for young women trying to figure out their careers and potential boyfriends. So Aven got herself a job in television that allowed her to write at night. Connectivity is Aven’s debut novel; Waiting For Prince Harry and Chronicles of a Lincoln Park Fashionista (New Adult romantic comedy) will be published next year.
Aven lives in Dallas with her family. When she is not writing, Aven enjoys shopping, cooking, connecting with friends on social media, and watching any show that features Gordon Ramsay.
Excerpt from Connectivity:
As I step into the workroom, I face my nemesis.
The binding
machine.
I give it the evil eye as I begin running the
original through the copy machine. This machine is an old piece of crap that
sticks, jams, and tears. It takes forever to make a set of bound copies.
And in all my television classes at Northwestern
University, this was somehow never covered in the curriculum.
With warm copies in my hand, I take a deep breath
and unscrew the buttons. I meticulously line up the copies and began punching
them.
But as I go to punch one of the last sets, the lever
jams. I jerk it back and forth and hear the paper tearing. Shit! Now the lever
won’t budge and I’m pulling as hard as I can.
I reach across so both hands are on the lever and suddenly
it jerks open and the teeth of the machine are grabbing my black cashmere
cardigan, snatching it in a death grip.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I blurt out, my arm
stuck. “Are you seriously fucking kidding me?”
“So, please do tell,” a deep British voice says from
behind. “Does this particular piece of equipment always elicit an expletive as
a response?”
I freeze. My heart drops into my stomach. Slowly I
turn my head and see none other than William Cumberland staring right at me.
Holy crap! What he is doing here? Cumberland isn’t
supposed to be here! There was no memo about him coming, nothing in the papers.
And now he’s staring at me. With my arm stuck in a
binder machine.
My face begins flaming and I know the color matches
my copper red hair.
“Um,” I say, completely stunned. “It’s just that…It
is really old…” I am fumbling, just fumbling, as I look at him.
He walks closer. His light blue eyes dart instantly
to my arm. “Quite a quandary you are in this morning,” he says, shifting his
eyes back to my face.
I pause for a moment. He really is unique looking
with strong cheekbones and a firm jaw. Tall and thin, he has dark, wavy hair
that looks like he has to fight to keep under control.
But his eyes are his most interesting feature. They
are very intense. Observant. And right now they are zeroed in on me.
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