Not the Boss’s Baby is HERE!

photo (17)Happy Sunday!

First off, I want to introduce my newest writing companion–Rothchild the Barred Owl! Yes, he just showed up in the magnolia tree outside my office window–three days in a row. So I named him. I’d hug him and squeeze him, but I don’t want to be taloned, so I had to settle for getting as close as I dared to snap this picture. As you can see, Rothchild was not prepared for a papparazi encounter. He’s trying to catch the squirrel who lives in the tree, whom I’ve named Silky (for she is very sleek in appearance) but so far, Silky’s outsmarted Rothchild. It’s a tense daily battle of the wills thus far to see who’ll outsmart who! The tension is killing me!

Okay–confession time.Not the Boss's Baby FINAL

My newest release, Not the Boss’s Baby isn’t exactly a cowboy story.

Oh, it’s set in Denver and yes, there are horses that are an important part of the story, but they’re Percheron draft horses. And the story is about a wealthy CEO of a brewery and his available–and very pregnant–executive assistant. Not a single cowboy hat in sight.

But wait! Don’t go yet! Stick with me here!

Not the Boss’s Baby is the first book in the Beaumont Heirs and yes–future Beaumonts are, in fact, cowboys. So all hope is not lost!

Now, about Not the Boss’s Baby–here’s the blurb:

What the boss wants…

As the oldest son, Chadwick Beaumont has sacrificed everything for the Beaumonts’ company, but he swore he’d never follow in his father’s philandering footsteps. So, for years, he’s dutifully kept his distance from the temptation outside his office door—his beautiful secretary Serena Chase.

But now everything has changed. The family business is in jeopardy. His personal life is in shambles. And his sexy assistant is suddenly single…and flirting. Chadwick is tired of doing what’s expected. It’s time for him to go after what he wants. And what he wants is Serena—even if she’s expecting another man’s child.

And because I love you all, I come bearing an exclusive (and steamy!) excerpt!


He leaned down, his mouth against her ear. “I’ve been waiting for you for years.” The strain of the wait made his voice shake. He pulled her hips back again, the ridge in his pants unmistakable. “Years, Serena.”

“Me, too.” Her voice came out breathy, barely above a whisper. She reached behind her back and slid her hand up the bulge. “Is that for me?”

“Yes,” he hissed, his breath hot against her skin. One hand released a hip and found her breast instead. Even through the strapless bra, he found her pointed nipple and began to tease it. “You deserve slow and sensual, but I need you too much right now.”

As if to prove his point, he set his teeth against her neck and bit her skin. Not too hard, but the feeling of being consumed by desire—by him—crashed through her. Her knees began to shake.

“Slow later,” she agreed, wiggling her bottom against him.

With a groan, he stepped away from her. She almost toppled over backward, but then his hands were unzipping her dress. The gown slid off her one shoulder and down to the ground with a soft rustle.

She was extra glad she hadn’t gone with the Spanx. Bless Mario’s heart for putting her in a dress that didn’t require them. Instead, a matching lacy thong had arrived with the bra. Which meant Chadwick currently had one heck of a view. She didn’t know if she should strut, or pivot so he couldn’t see her bottom.

Once the gown was gone, she stepped free of it. Chadwick moaned. “Serena,” he got out as he slid his hands over her bare backside. “You are…amazing.” His fingers gripped her skin, and he pressed his mouth to the space between her neck and her shoulder.

Strut, she decided. Nothing ruined good sex like being stupidly self-conscious when he already thought she was amazing. She pulled away from him before he could take away her power to stand.

“This way,” she said over her shoulder as she, yes, strutted toward the bedroom, her hips swaying.

Chadwick made a noise behind her that she took as a compliment, before following her.

She headed toward the bed, but he caught up with her. He grabbed her hips again. “You are better than I thought,” he growled as his hands slipped underneath the lace of the thong. He pulled the panties down, his palms against her legs. “I’ve dreamed of having you like this.”

“Like how?”

He nimbly undid her bra, tossing it aside. She was naked. He was not.

He directed her forward, but not toward the bed. Instead, he pushed her in the direction of her dresser.

The one with the big mirror over it.

Serena gasped at the sight they made. Her, nude. Him, still in his tux, towering over her.

“This. Like this.” He bent his head until his lips were on her neck again, just below the dangling earrings. “Is this okay?” he murmured against her skin.

“Yes.” She couldn’t take her eyes off their reflections, the way her pale skin stood out against his dark tux. The way his arms wrapped around her body, his hands cradled her breasts. The way his mouth looked as he kissed her skin.

The driving weight of desire between her legs pounded with need. “Yes,” she said again, reaching one arm over her head and tangling her fingers in his hair. “Just like this.”

“Good. So good, Serena.” Without the bra, she could feel the pads of his fingertips trace over her sensitive nipple, pulling until it went stiff with pleasure.

She moaned, letting her head fall back against his shoulder. “Just like that,” she whispered.

Then his other hand traced lower. This time, he didn’t pause to stroke her stomach. His fingers parted her neatly trimmed hair and pressed against her heaviest, hottest place.

“Oh, Chadwick,” she gasped as he moved his fingers in small, knowing circles, his other hand stroking her nipple, his mouth finding the sensitive spot under her ear—his bulge rubbing against her.

Her knees gave, but she didn’t go far. Her wet center rode heavy on his hand as his other arm caught her under both breasts.

“Put your hands on the dresser,” he told her. His voice was shaking as badly as her knees were, which made her smile. He might be pushing her to the brink, but she was pulling him along right behind her. “Don’t close your eyes.”

“I won’t.” She leaned forward and braced herself on the dresser. “I want to see what you do to me.”

“Yeah,” he groaned, a look of pure desire on his face as he met her gaze in the mirror. A finger slipped inside. So much, but not enough. She needed more. “You’re so ready for me.” Then she felt him lean back and work his own zipper.

“Next time, I get to do that for you.”

“Any time you want to strip me down, you just let me know. Hold on, okay?” Then he withdrew his fingers.

She watched as he removed a condom from his jacket pocket. It wasn’t like she could get more pregnant than she already was, but she appreciated that he didn’t question protecting her.

He rolled the condom on and leaned into her. She quivered as she waited for his touch. He bent forward, placing a kiss between her shoulder blades. Then he was against her. Sliding into her.

Serena sucked in air as he filled her. And filled her. And filled her. In the mirror, her eyes locked onto his as he entered her. She almost couldn’t take it. “Oh, Chadwick,” she panted as her body took him in. “Oh—oh—oh!”

The unexpected orgasm shook her so hard that she almost pulled off him—but he held her. “Yeah,” he groaned. “You feel so beautiful, Serena. So beautiful.”

He gripped her hips as he slid almost all the way out before he thrust in again. “Okay?” he asked.

“Better than okay,” she managed to get out, wiggling against him. The boldness of her action shocked her. Was she really having sex with Chadwick Beaumont, standing up—in front of a mirror?

Oh, hell yes, she was. And it was the hottest thing she’d ever done.


Not the Boss’s Baby is available from these online stores: Amazon | Powell’s | Indiebound | B & N | HarlequinAll Romance | iBooks | Kobo | Google

 So, what do you think? I’ve got two copies of Not a Boss’s Baby, either ebook (as an epub) or print (with bonus goodies) up for grabs for those who tell me if they’ve ever ‘adopted’ a wild animal who just kept showing up. What showed up? What did you name it–and why? I want to hear all your cute animal stories!

All the best,


About Sarah M. Anderson

Sarah M. Anderson is an award-winning author who writes contemporary snarky and sensual romances featuring cowboys and bull riders as well as billionaires with and without babies. She won RT Reviewer’s Choice 2012 Desire of the Year for A Man of Privilege. The Nanny Plan was a 2016 RITA® winner for Contemporary Romance: Short. Sarah spends her days having conversations with imaginary cowboys and billionaires. Find out more at and sign up for the new-release newsletter at
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28 Responses to Not the Boss’s Baby is HERE!

  1. Mina Gerhart says:

    Awesome excerpt Sarah, I’ve gotta get that book!
    Yep 🙂 I was lucky enough to grow up in a pretty much rural area
    the animal companion list:
    3 Bluebirds (Mountain Blues) – Larry, Moe & Bluie, A Starling -Brat, A Field Mouse – Grey Princess,
    A Brown Bat – Sweetie, A Robin – Fred Bobbin (When the Fred, Fred Bobbin comes Robbin, Robbin along ), A Vole – Silky, A Jumping Mouse – Bouncer, A House Mouse – Nibbles,
    A Rabbit – Bunji Grabbit, A Praying Mantis – Preacher, A Squirrel – Stanley, A Bullfrog – Prince, A Garden Snake (He’s? up to 5′ now:) and a Screech Owl – Ollie along with various unnamed animals that were helped (a clutch of Ringneck Pheasants and a Barn Swallow

    As you can see I’m an Animal person
    Mindy 🙂

    • sarahmanderson says:

      Hi Mindy! Yes, I can see you are definitely an animal person! I came from a mostly rural area as well, and my family was big on naming things, so when an owl shows up three days in a row…he gets a name! I love the name Bunji Grabbbit!! That’s awesome! Thanks for stopping by today!

  2. Mina Gerhart says:

    As for why the names? they just suited the Animals at the time.

    Mindy 🙂

  3. Lori Meehan says:

    Wow what a hot excerpt!!
    We have a Green Heron that comes yo out pond to catch frogs. When I first saw him I thought…that’s a weird looking duck. When I got a better look I had no idea what it was. So we got out the bird book to look him up. It took a few times seeing him until we figured out that he was a Green Heron. He’s cute but a little evil looking. He hangs out at the pond or in a tree near it. We’ve not named him yet. We just call him “our little friend” for now.

    • sarahmanderson says:

      A…green heron? I may need to see a pictures of that! Please tell me you at least say “my little friend” like Al Pacino in his Scarface accent, right?

  4. Irma Jurejevčič says:

    Ok. At first I have to say that english is my third language, so please close one eye if I say or spell something wrong.
    My father was a hunter, but the good one. He made sure that animals had enough food trough the winter and he brought us home every animal he found wounded.
    We didn’t name any of them because we let them all back in the wilds as soon as they recovered. But those days has a special place in my heart, I was young, didn’t have a lot of kids to play with (we lived-still do at countries…) and these animals were my interest. We had rabbits with boken legs, broken ears, we had all sorts of birds with boken wings and we even had a dear. It was like all the animals knew we were a safe place to be, so even turtel wondered to our house and hedgehogs were almost our family 🙂
    I had my dog for company always and this animals were our buddies 🙂 Except for bunnie Darko (my sister had him as a pet) and two canaries: Koki and Lisa (my sister’s as well).
    I’m so happy to say that we saved all of them and set them free.
    I’m a dog lover, I own a german shepherd named Roma. I won third place with her twice on a german shephard’s beauty contest. She is old now and she deserves to be treated like a quinn!

    I would love to win this book (I would love it as a papeback because I love to read and I do buy books and have my own little library) so I’m keeping my fingers crossed on this one!

    • sarahmanderson says:

      Hi Irma!

      Your English is very good! (In a former life, I was an English as a Second Language teacher, so I’m qualified to make that observation!) I love that you returned almost every animal you and your family nursed back to health back to the wild! That’s so awesome! And congratulations on Roma doing well in contests! I have two dogs right now, including a shepard mix (she will never win a contest, sadly). Luckily, they’re not quite smart enough to LOOK UP to see an owl in a tree!

  5. Yes I have….it was a rabbit and I called it Lucky….. My dad was mowing and he saw the little fellow and brought it to me….sadly it wasn’t to be I turned it loose. Named it Lucky cause Dad saw it instead of hitting it with the mower(it was a tractor pulled mower). Every spring I adopt a couple of red birds they nest in the trees around my house as for their names I watch them and name them depending on their mannerisms or if they do anything special. My husband laughs at me for naming them……

    • sarahmanderson says:

      Hi Elaine! Thanks for stopping by! We had discovered some baby rabbits before we mowed over them a few years ago…but they were far too young to survive. They were *not* lucky! It was a sad day in our house!

  6. Porchia Gilbreath says:

    Save a duck off a frozen lake. Names him iggie. He came back every year and brought is wife to have the new family. He would follow my granddad all over the yard and sit with us when we went fishing. Sent from Porchia’s iPhone

  7. Shirley Long says:

    We have lots of deer that come up to our pond to drink on a regular basis. There’s this one with 1 antler on his head. He was always kind of inquisitive and came up pretty close to the house. Close enough to taste my plants, which he didn’t like. Anyway, we named him Spike. For several years he kept coming back with the group and getting bigger and bigger but still only the one antler. He was playful and always running and jumping around the yard. I could go out on the back patio and we would have a staring contest. Neither of us moved. Just stared at each other. Then, last year during deer season, I was leaving our dirt road (yes, I live on a dirt/gravel road in the country) and I saw him lying in the middle of the road. Looked like he almost made it but wasn’t quite fast enough. Needless to say, we were all saddened by the fact that Spike was gone. We’re hoping that this fall will bring another “Spike” to our yard for us to enjoy.

    • sarahmanderson says:

      Oh, Shirley! I hate it when that happens. Poor Spike!! My parents had a deer with a bum leg they named Chester who came through their woods for several years. I hope you get another deer to commune with! My condolences on Spike!

  8. mjmgma says:

    Loved the excerpt, this goes on my must read list. Don’t laugh but the animal I adopted was a baby skunk. It’s mother was hit by a car in front of our house and I snuck it into my bedroom and fed it milk out of a doll baby bottle for a week before my mom discovered it. She took it to the local vet who said he took care of it till he could release it back in the woods. I always hoped he was telling the truth.

    • sarahmanderson says:

      I have to ask–how old were you when you rescued this baby skunk?? I think that’s so sweet–and I believe the vet returned him to the woods!

  9. Chris Bails says:

    We adopted animals all the time and my hubby and kids drive me crazy with it. I do love animals, but sometimes enough is enough, but we still keep and care for them. Just adopted a ferret and guinea pig within the last year. We just took in a mama w/ her 3 kittens. We live on a farm, so we have lots of animals. We have 3 dogs, 8 cats, ferret, guinea pig, 6 birds, & some fish. Plus we have 132 head of cattle.
    Great excerpt. This is a new author for me and would love to win and read this book. Thanks for the chance to win.
    christinebails at yahoo dot com

    • sarahmanderson says:

      A ferret, Chris! I look at them in the pet store and think…no. Sorry. My Kid would love to live on a farm and have a whole bunch of animals, though. When he wants to grow up, he’s going to be a farmer/engineer and build barns for all his animals. He’d love it at your place!

  10. cct082073 says:

    I live in the country and have a raccoon that shows up on my screen porch every night between 11-2. I’ve named him “Rowdy”. I wouldn’t dare try to touch him, but he’s gotten within 2 feet from me.

    • sarahmanderson says:

      I don’t think I’d try to pet him either, but how nice that Rowdy comes by to visit! Even if it is the middle of the danged night!!

  11. Clare O'Beara says:

    Love the owl and I hope he finds prey that you haven’t named! Also it’s great to write about Percheron horses.
    I had a hedgehog which lived in my garden so I put down scraps of old cat food which my cats had finished with. He happily ate that which encouraged him to stick around and eat my snails and earwigs. I named him Benson as there used to be a tobacco brand called Benson and Hedges. This hedgehog was small but hugely brave. When a stray cat which I also sometimes fed tried to take his catfood, he kept eating, and nudging her away from him around the saucer. She got cross and nudged him back – ow! She backed off fast from the prickles.

  12. Cheryl Lemon says:

    Great owl/squirrell story. There is a feral cat in the complex I live in that looks just like my cat. My son has name it twin, and we do feed it, but it will not come close enough to capture. Great Story, If I don’t win, I will definently buy.

  13. sarahmanderson says:

    Hi Cheryl! Oh–we have a similar situation in our neighborhood–our neighbors have a cat that has a feral twin wandering around. So one time, they were out of town and had a friend who came over to let the cat in for the night–and she let in the wrong cat! Their house was *slightly* worse for wear…

  14. Stephanie O. says:

    My story is more of a “rescue” story … at our old place in the country when I was a kid, my dad would swath the alfalfa field, and periodically find a baby bunny (jackrabbit) or two. He brought them to the house, we fed them milk with an eye dropper, and when they outgrew their box in the house mom fixed up our old box tv into a very cool cage, and I gathered alfalfa for bedding. Once they were full grown, we let Eek & Meek go into the same alfalfa field.

  15. Janet Rodman says:

    Hi Stephanie. I “adopted” a calico cat who lived outside. I named her Meetza Katz. She even brought her kittens to me. One stayed, a black cat. I named her Sabrina. She would come when I would call her.

  16. Cindy Hamilton says:

    We adopted a litter of kitten born under our house, but the only one named was an all black one “Blackie”

  17. Drat it, Word Press ate my comment! Second attempt!

    An update on Rothchild–he flew into a window at an art center a few blocks away and was ‘dazed and confused’ (boy I sympathize!). The vets came to get him and treat him for…the owl version of a concussion, I guess? And mites, too. Then they released him back into the neighborhood. Yah!

    Secondly, the winner of a copy of Not the Boss’s Baby is… CHRIS BAILS! I’ll email for details. Thanks to everyone for stopping by and commenting and I hope you check out Not the Boss’s Baby!


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