#TeaserTuesday: Oh Buoy (Voyagers #1) by Ava Olsen


#TeaserTuesday may be a day late, but this exclusive teaser of Ava Olsen's Oh Buoy is definitely worth the wait! Pre-orders are currently up and it will be released on Tuesday, December 20!

From the Blurb:

Andrew: I’ve traveled the world as a yacht steward for the past year, trying to outrun a broken heart and a mountain of debt. Then a gig as a chief stew on board a yacht in the Caribbean comes my way. The timing is right, the weather is perfect, and the pay is desperately needed.
There’s just one problem…

My billionaire boss, Rowan Carter, is way too distracting. With his charming British accent and sarcastic quips, Rowan commands all my attention and none of it is focused on work. I prepare to meet another entitled jerk when I step on board his ship, but it turns out that Rowan is the exception to the billionaire rule. And I get a first-hand glimpse of the kindhearted man behind the money.

The professional line between us melts away but I’ve been badly burned by a workplace relationship gone wrong. And Rowan and I live in two very different worlds. I can’t – shouldn’t - fall for Rowan Carter.

Oh boy. Too late.

Rowan: I run a real estate empire but being in the top one percent isn’t all fun and caviar. The family business has struggled these past two years and now the one place that was my refuge may be taken away from me. Add to that, I’m a target for the paparazzi because of a former relationship. I’ve never felt so alone. Lonely. Unmoored…

Until a dreamy American named Andrew Slater walks aboard my ship and into my life. Andrew takes delight in answering my snark with sarcastic retorts and his wit is matched by quiet acts of kindness.

Falling in love is an unexpected voyage for both of us. Unless the press gets wind of our relationship, and then all bets are off.

But I fight to win, because Andrew is the most important deal of my life.

Oh Buoy is a boss-employee, friends to lovers, MM romance filled with tropical locations, spicy banter and swoony moments.
“Would you like me to pour, Mr. Carter?” Andrew asked politely, the soft drawl of his American accent breaking me out of my anxious thoughts.

No, step away from me before I do something stupid like flirt with you. I gazed up at wide chocolate-brown eyes framed with the thickest, inkiest lashes I’d ever seen. “I think I can manage to pour a cup of tea on my own, Andrew, but thank you.”

“Is there anything else I can get for you, sir?”  

The honorific title never sounded so good – or bad, in this case. A vision of Andrew on his knees, calling me sir in that deep voice and servicing me in a wholly dirty way jolted my body. My naughty sidetrack had me staring at Andrew’s face until I realized he was looking back at me like I’d lost my mind. Maybe I had. Maybe my uncle was right. Or maybe I needed more blood pressure meds.

“For God’s sake, please address me as Rowan. I’m only eight years older than you, and this isn’t Downtown Abbey.”

Andrew’s low chuckle caused the hair on my body to stand on end. Oh, no. This was bad. 

“That’s a relief. I’d never fit into Mrs. Hughes’s dress, never mind trying that Scottish accent.”

“It’s all in the tongue,” I blurted out. “The accent, I mean. You need to roll your tongue. Not that you need practice rolling your tongue. Or anything to do with tongues. Sorry, I don’t know why I said that. Please ignore my inane rambling. I appear to be having some sort of word vomit episode.” 

Good lord, if Forbes magazine could listen to me now, they’d be laughing their arses off. Smooth, Rowan, smooth.

“If there’s nothing else…?” Andrew’s mouth twitched, probably in an effort not to laugh, and his amused gaze made my breath catch. Fuck, where’s my inhaler? 

“There’s one item you could assist me with.” I paused as I rubbed a hand over my jaw. “If you could please close the door.”

Andrew quickly shut the door behind him and stood in front of my desk. 

“My best friend, Dylan Aylmer, is boarding today. You’ve read through his preference sheet by now. I’d like you to pay him extra special attention. He doesn’t drink alcohol, and I want to ensure the other guests respect his preferences and privacy. I would ask you to keep an eye on him and let me know if he seems distressed in any way.”

“Of course. Does he want to go on excursions with the other guests, or does he like to stay on board?” 

“Feel him out.” I regretted the words the moment they left my mouth. “I mean, feel free to discuss the options with him.” The room was stifling despite the air-conditioning, and tiny beads of sweat began to roll down my back under my shirt. Andrew’s eyes continued to survey mine, and I couldn’t look away.

Andrew smiled and nodded. “I’ll do that, sir. I mean, Rowan.”

“Thank you very much, Andrew. I’ll let you get back to preparing for our guests’ arrival.”

With a nod, Andrew turned and left the room. All the tension in the air dissipated, and I finally let out my breath and reached for the teapot, my hand shaking ever so slightly. I carefully poured a generous cup and took a cautious sip, inhaling the deep aroma and letting it calm my senses. There was so much at stake on this charter. 

I would do well to remember that my friend’s well-being was my top priority, along with my business deal. And this ridiculous curiosity about Andrew was just that – and best left alone.
Oh Buoy is currently available for pre-order on Amazon and will be available as part of your Kindle Unlimited Subscription.