Novels by Jade Summers

AVAI stride down the sleek corridor of Ethan’s company, my heart pounding in anticipation. My fingers tighten around the portfolio in my hand as I reach his office.His assistant looks up from her computer screen, flashing a smile that's as bright as the chandelier hanging above us. "Ava, Mr. Blackwood is expecting you. Go right in."I offer her a nervous smile in return before knocking lightly on the door. "Come in," a deep voice commands from the other side.With a deep breath, I push open the door and step into the spacious office. Ethan is seated behind his polished glass desk, his dark hair perfectly tousled and his eyes focused on a set of blueprints. He glances up as I enter, and for a moment, I'm caught in the intensity of his gaze. It's like he's studying me, peeling back the layers to see who I really am.We exchange pleasantries and begin talking about the designs. I adjust the sketches on the table, my frustration mounting with every passing second. This meeting with Etha

AVAI stand in front of my closet, staring at the sea of clothes before me with growing anxiety. Today is the day I meet Ethan Blackwood, the enigmatic billionaire with a reputation that strikes fear into the hearts of even the most seasoned designers. I've landed the opportunity of a lifetime, and the pressure is suffocating."Come on, Ava, you can do this," I mutter to myself, trying to muster some confidence. But as I shuffle through my clothes, I find myself grappling with an unexpected crisis — what to wear?I grab a sleek black dress and hold it up to the mirror, evaluating my reflection. "Too formal? Not formal enough? Ugh, why is this so hard?"Just as I'm about to switch to another outfit, my phone rings, interrupting my internal monologue. I glance at the caller ID and smile. It's Karen, my trusty fashion guru.Thank goodness."Hey, Karen! I'm so glad you called. I need your help," I blurt out as soon as I answer."Whoa, slow down. What's got you all worked up?" Karen's voic

AVAThe alarm buzzes, and I groan, slamming my hand down on the snooze button with the kind of force usually reserved for dealing with annoying clients.Five more minutes of precious sleep, that's all I'm asking for, universe! But nope, the universe has other plans for me.I drag myself out of bed, my blankets tangled around me like an octopus trying to pull me back into its aquatic lair. With a combination of determination and desperation, I manage to break free from the grip of the comforter, landing unceremoniously on the floor."Ouch! Note to self: never trust a comforter again," I mutter to no one in particular.Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I glance at the clock. Oh no, I'm running late. I'm my own boss and all but I dislike delinquency. I can't afford to be tardy otherwise what message am I sending to my employees?I shuffle into the bathroom and turn on the shower, hoping the cascading water will jolt me awake. As I step into the shower, I can't help but let out a little squ

ETHANI get off the elevator in confident and purposeful strides, nodding in acknowledgment to the employees who greet me.They quickly dissolve their clusters when they see me approaching and I pretend not to notice the fact that they were loitering around, doing nothing. It's a beautiful Monday morning and I don't want to get upset this early into the day.Getting into my office, I sink into my chair and observe my surroundings. The sleek, modern space is proof of my undeniable accomplishment in the business world.The polished marble floors reflect the sharp edges of my meticulously arranged desk, where I sit like a king surveying his kingdom. I am Ethan Blackwood – a name that strikes fear into the hearts of my competitors and awe into the minds of my employees.My reputation for ruthlessness in the business society is well-deserved. I didn't become one of the wealthiest and most influential men by being soft-hearted or lenient. My empire was built on ambition, cunning, and the ab

SHEILAI push my cart through the aisles of the grocery store, carefully selecting items for the week. My budget is tight, and I'm trying to make sure I get the essentials without overspending. As I reach for a box of cereal, I glance at the price tag and my heart sinks. I'm running out of money faster than I anticipated.With a sigh, I put the cereal back on the shelf and continue my shopping, mentally calculating how much I've spent so far. My thoughts drift to the bills waiting for me at home, the looming rent payment, and the fact that I still haven't found a job after leaving my last one.After grabbing a few more items, I make my way to the checkout line and watch as the cashier scans each item. The total on the screen makes my stomach churn, and I hand over my card with a forced smile.As I walk out of the store with my grocery bags in tow, I feel a mixture of frustration and anxiety. I need a job, and I need one soon. My savings won't last forever, and I can't rely on my frien

SHEILAI walk into the cozy café where I'm suppose to meet Kate and Rachel, my heart sinking with every step. The past few days have been tough, and all I need right now is some quality time with my best friends. As I spot them at our favorite corner table, a smile finally tugs at the corners of my lips."Hey, you two,” I greet them, trying my best to sound cheerful.Rachel and Kate both look up, their faces lighting up with warmth. "Sheila Green, it's about time," Rachel lets out, waving me over.I slide into the seat next to Kate, and she immediately reaches out to squeeze my hand. "How are you holding up, sweetie?" she asks, concern evident in her eyes.I let out a sigh, my shoulders slumping. "Honestly, it's been tough. Losing both Chris and my job was a blow I didn't see coming."Rachel nods sympathetically. "I can't believe that asshole could do that to you and I can't believe your boss let you go like that. It's their loss, Sheila.""Exactly,” Kate chimes in. "You're talented a

SHEILAI wake up with a start, groaning at the sound of my alarm clock blaring in my ear. It's Monday morning, the bane of my existence. I rub my eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, and glance at the clock. 7:30 AM.Great, just great. I have precisely fifteen minutes to get ready for work. Why do I always hit the snooze button one too many times?I rush to the bathroom, almost tripping over my own feet in the process. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and I have to admit, I look like a hot mess. My curly hair is a wild tangle of bedhead, and my eyes still have the remnants of sleep crusted at the corners. I squint at my reflection, trying to decide if I have enough time for a quick shower or if I'll have to settle for a splash of water on my face. Who am I kidding? A shower is out of the question. Water on the face it is.I quickly splash my face with water, trying to wake myself up. "Come on, Sheila, you can do this," I mutter to myself. I reach for my toothbrus

SHEILAI walk into the office on Monday morning, armed with my favorite coffee and a smile to take on the week. As I settle into my desk, I can't help but feel grateful for my existence. I've got a good job that fends for my bills and a man who loves me unconditionally.I couldn't have asked for a better life."Morning, Sheila!" calls out Mark, the office prankster, from across the room. "Ready to conquer the day?""Morning, Mark! Always ready for the challenge," I reply, giving him a playful wink. Mark is the guy who always managed to brighten up the office with his witty jokes and shenanigans. You never know what he's going to do next, and that's what makes him so fun to be around.I stroll into the coffee room, eager for a much-needed caffeine boost to kickstart my day. As I approach the coffee machine, I find my colleagues huddled together, whispering and giggling like schoolgirls. My curiosity piqued, I join them with a raised eyebrow."What's all the gossip about?" I ask, trying