Dear Mister...**strike out** no, too formal. Hey there sweet cheeks *strike out* no, too forward. To whom it may concern, Full disclosure; before we move forward with this email, I would like it to be known that I have consumed an adequate amount of alcoholic beverages to intoxicate myself tonight. Three margaritas, two shots, and one beer—because it was free. I think it’s important to be open and honest with your co-workers, don’t you? So here I am, being honest. Drunk but honest. Or just drunk with lust? You decide. I like you so much it’s clouding my judgment and making me do things I never would sober. Like write this letter. I have a hopeless, foolish, schoolgirl crush on you when you are the last person on earth I should be falling for. Did you know people around the office call you a sadist? An egomaniac. An insensitive, arrogant prick. Your bark is worse then your bite, and you don’t scare me. The fact is, I’d love that bite of yours to nip at my bare skin while we’re both wearing nothing but sheets. For once I want you to look at me as more than one of your employees. And as long as we're being honest, that navy blue suit you wear? With the crisp white shirt? It really makes me want to loosen your tie and show you who’s boss. Love, Sincerely, Yours.
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I liked Peyton. She's clever and quick witted. She has a good tribe of friends and seems like the kind of person I'd want to hang out with. I do wish she'd bee a tiny bit more confident in her business, but she seemed to be strong there one moment and then full of insecurity the next.
Rome was such a jerk in the beginning of this book. A hot, sexy, jerk of a boss. I loved watching him open up and fall for Peyton. I think he discovered a lot of things about himself while he was trying to figure HER out. I loved seeing his vulnerable side and watching him try to woo Peyton the best way he knew how.
I wanted to believe in these two a bit more than I did, but I felt like I missed part of their connection. Did they have good banter? Yes, absolutely. Once they got to it the sex was hot. I just wanted a tiny bit more depth to the two of them once they got together.
I liked the plot of this book. I thought it moved fairly well. I liked most of the supporting characters, though I'm going to say that some of Hunter's comments definitely didn't seem to fit his character and that took me out of the story a bit.
This book was a quick read. I enjoyed seeing Rome grow a bit and fall for Peyton. I enjoyed this book overall and would recommend it.
I open the company messenger app on my phone and scroll through the executive names, knowing full well I’m about to break a policy. It’s the company’s phone, and the company’s app, and I’m about to use it for personal use. To flirt. With my boss. I close my eyes, find his name—next to it is a little, green dot, which means. . . He’s on the app. I’ve never talked to him live before so this is a huge step, but then again, it might be more fun to get his initial reactions to my comments. Debating it for all but two seconds, I type out a message to him, making sure I’m signed on under my LSY persona. HandsRomingMyBody: Hey you. My text turns into a new message on the app and I wait on bated breath to see if he will respond. Nerves prickle up my spine, my fingers feeling numb, my mind playing mutiny with my heart just as little dots appear letting me know he’s typing. Oh God, I don’t think I’ve been more excited.
Sara Ney is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the How to Date a Douchebag series, and is best known for her sexy, laugh-out-loud New Adult romances. Among her favorite vices, she includes: iced latte's, historical architecture and well-placed sarcasm. She lives colorfully, collects vintage books, art, loves flea markets, and fancies herself British. She lives with her husband, children, and her ridiculously large dog.
Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped. Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking. Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!