If anyone asks, I knew better than to flash my boobs for Mardi Gras beads.
I still don’t know why I did it. Maybe it was the dare from my two best friends. Maybe it was the guys on the balcony saying they’d throw Fireball shots with the beads. Or maybe it was the quiet guy in the corner of that same balcony with piercing gray eyes, wavy dark hair, and a smile so tempting I wanted to climb up there and lick it off his face. Maybe it was because I never thought I’d see them again. Not that it matters. Not today. Because the hotel I manage was finally bought—and the guy who walks in and introduces himself as my new boss is Mr. Tall, Dark, and Silent. There are many upsides to being single. Your new boss knowing what your boobs look like? Not one of them.
I loved Mellie and Jake. I loved how they met, I loved their banter throughout. Mellie is just one of those characters that I'd want to hang out with. She had me laughing throughout this book-outright laughing, not just smiling. Jake's description in the blurb suits him to a T.
I believed in these two and their journey. The chemistry and butterflies are there and had me smiling. I liked that there was a buildup to them being together. If they had immediately fallen into bed I would have enjoyed it, don't get me wrong, but it wouldn't have felt right for them. That slow burn really worked for these two.
The supporting characters in this book are fantastic. Everyone deserves a pack of friends like Mellie has. They had me cracking up. I cannot wait to see the books this author comes up with for these women.
The writing here was sharp and funny. The plot was one I believed and the story flowed and moved well. Books like this are why Emma Hart is a one click author for me. This is a perfect romcom and I absolutely recommend it.
No one wants to flash their boobs at their boss. No one. Whether they know they are doing it or not, no one wants this moment.
Jake and Mellie (Melissa) are fun. And, they are attracted to one another. And, he is her boss. Who has seen her boobs. There's no way this is going to go well...yet it does. Because, Jake likes what he saw, and he likes Mellie. Mellie also likes Jake, when she is not thinking absolutely hilarious things about why she can't date him and why it is better to be single.
Mellie's inner dialog is hilarious. You laugh at her, and with her, as she is going through life, tripping over everything and trying not to react to Jake or be attracted to him, because he is her boss (and he has seen her boobs, which is not something she can just get over).
Jake is appealing. I love how, even though he is her boss, he respects Mellie and the job she has done as the manager of the hotel he just bought. I think, for me at least, for an office romance to work I have to believe that the characters respect one another and that while they might have met because they work together, they would have been together even if they hadn't met at work.
I recommend this title.
Jake and Mellie (Melissa) are fun. And, they are attracted to one another. And, he is her boss. Who has seen her boobs. There's no way this is going to go well...yet it does. Because, Jake likes what he saw, and he likes Mellie. Mellie also likes Jake, when she is not thinking absolutely hilarious things about why she can't date him and why it is better to be single.
Mellie's inner dialog is hilarious. You laugh at her, and with her, as she is going through life, tripping over everything and trying not to react to Jake or be attracted to him, because he is her boss (and he has seen her boobs, which is not something she can just get over).
Jake is appealing. I love how, even though he is her boss, he respects Mellie and the job she has done as the manager of the hotel he just bought. I think, for me at least, for an office romance to work I have to believe that the characters respect one another and that while they might have met because they work together, they would have been together even if they hadn't met at work.
I recommend this title.
Chloe grimaced, turning around to face me. “Does he show up randomly at your house?” I jumped out of my chair. “Shut up! No!” She pointed at the door. “There’s a hot guy who just pulled up in an Audi unexpectedly with dark hair, who wears a white shirt the way hookers wear thongs, and has an ass like a giant, ripe peach.” Three loud knocks sounded at my door. “Oh God!” I moaned, clutching at my stomach. “I have to hide. Can you stall him?” Peyton grinned. A shit-eating warning grin. “Actually, no, never mind,” I whispered harshly. “Peyton, you go out the back, I’ll hide, and Chloe can get rid of him!” Peyt shook her head. “Not a chance. Who is it?” she added, shouting the last three words. I clapped my hands over my mouth. Not only was this not a good time because I was still freaking out over the kissing, but we’d not long finished a yoga DVD and I was still sweaty and gross. Not to mention I was pretty sure I’d pulled a muscle. And the powder. I was covered in donut sugar, okay? “Uh… It’s Jake,” came the reply through the door. Peyt waggled her eyebrows. “Jake, eh?” I glared at her then stuck my middle finger up in her direction. “I hate you.” The door hinges creaked, and the next thing I knew, Chloe was standing in the door frame. “Hi!” she said in an upbeat tone. “I’m Chloe.” She shoved her hand at him. “Jake,” he replied slowly, taking her hand. “Is Mellie here?” “She’s here, but she might be hiding.” Peyton burst out laughing. My cheeks flamed red, and I stormed across the room and tugged her away from the door. “Hi. Excuse her. She didn’t take her meds this morning,” I said. Chloe poked my cheek. “Hello, Mommy. Did you bring me my cookies?” Peyton, still laughing, stood up. “Okay, Chlo, drop it. Let’s go. We have work to do.” I spun around as she slipped her laptop into her purse. “And you need to leave to do that? You literally just showed us a penis photo.” “Your house doesn’t have the right Feng Shui.” “You’ve never looked up Feng Shui!” She pointed a finger in my direction. “You don’t know my life!” Jake blinked between the three of us. Chloe grabbed hold of her purse and then Peyton’s arm. “We’re going. Call us later, okay?” Jake moved out of the way while Chloe dragged Peyton out of my house. “And don’t forget to put your foot down on the kissing thing!” Peyton shouted, eyes sparkling. The last I saw of her was a large, mischievous grin right before Jake shoved the door shut on her.
By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies—usually wine—and writes books. Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love. She likes to be busy—unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.
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