Book three in the “Siren” trilogy
“If he hasn’t lived in the world of corporate sharks, author Tom Barry certainly understands the unscrupulous morals of the people who infest this domain. Saving Jay is a well written, fast paced, easily grasped mix of back stabbing, easy women, and greed. Best of all were the unforeseeable twist and turns that gave this work its knock out punch.”
B. Burford, Amazon Books
Rising star and maverick Jay Brooke wants nothing more than to get the keys to the executive suite; the complication is his new American boss Sara, who wants Jay’s head as a trophy for her cabinet. Will ruthless Sara get her way or will artful Emma, Jay’s faithful EA, save the day?
“Saving Jay” is the third book in the Siren Series trilogy; a business thriller and emotional drama set in London, where we meet the young Jay, the lean and hungry go-getter who seems to have the world at his feet.
Chapter One: Preview
Everyone wants a piece of Jay Brooke. That’s how you know you’ve made it in the shark eat shark world of City professionals. A sea of sharp suits where avarice is a virtue and the only god is money; where your fiercest competitor could be your closest colleague. But none of that mattered to Jay. The outsider was finally on the inside, and he was going up. The changing numbers at the top of the elevator told him that. He braced himself to run the gauntlet of the 32nd Floor, to the broom cupboard of an office which was home when he hit town. Today was the day when all that was going to change. Jay knew it, and so did everyone else on the 32nd floor.
But in the City, even the hot-shots carry their own bags, and Jay was weighed down with the trappings of the true road warrior he was; his overnight case, his lap top, and the two plastic Duty Free bags he’d collected at Charlotte Airport. It was all he had needed for a fleeting forty-eight hour trip to the world of tobacco and cowboy boots. As the doors opened he secured the strap across his shoulder, took a deep breath, and prepared for the spotlight, for that strange cocktail of desire and envy familiar to the successful, and the beautiful, but new to Jay.
“Hey, golden balls, no-one told you we moved your office up to the penthouse floor?” Jay had only taken two steps from the elevator and he’d already been spotted. “And anyone mentioned the big boys don’t carry their own bags?”
“Hi Pete. Carrying my bags is all part of my exercise regime, what’s your excuse?” Pete sidled up to walk alongside Jay.
“Word is that today’s your big today. Sara Golding’s flown in from New York and you’re the only meeting in her diary.”
“Might be other explanations why Sara’s here. I’ve got my own reasons for coming in.”
“Could that be a certain Louise Meadows? Because she’s camped herself in the office opposite yours. Wearing the tightest pencil skirt you’ve even seen. I’d swear she’s gone commando to welcome you back. Just thought you’d want to know.”