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.
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To Whom It May Concern,
When I saw that two of my favorite romance authors were writing a book together, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it, and now, after finishing it, all I can say is…when will readers get more from this dynamic duo!
Who knew that one inappropriate email would lead to a string of discourses via email that brought out the hero and heroine’s wit and playfulness, something that the hero would never show at their place of business, partly because he’s the boss, but also because his focus has always been his company, so interacting with actual people is a bit difficult for him, which makes him come off like a jerkish prick!
Rome is an interesting character, and while it will definitely take readers some time to warm-up to the man he presents himself as at work, like Peyton, it will be easy to see that there’s more to Rome than he portrays and because he’s given an avenue to be himself…to shed some of his jerk-like antics, he shows himself to be much different than the arrogant boss who his employees have pegged him as…the same ideas that they have more than made their opinion about known.
I appreciated the fact that Peyton didn’t squelch her attraction to Rome despite how she’s heard/seen his assholerly in full effect a time or two, and even though
Peyton shares her desire to ‘bang’ her boss through a large amount of liquid courage, regardless of how outrageous it is or what could happen to her job if her identity is discovered, it allows readers to see a different side of Rome as his exchanges with Peyton continue, and it also illustrates perfectly just how much chemistry is between them and why these two hooking up or embarking on a relationship might be just what they need, even with the no fraternization policy in place.
The creative way Ney and Quinn start the exchanges between Peyton and Rome and then take it further the longer these two converse will definitely have readers swooning; it’s interesting just how easy it is for people to be who they ‘truly’ are behind a screen, but it also makes sense given the nature of Peyton and Rome’s professional relationship and how Rome is ‘all business’ at work. The fact that Ney and Quinn presented the emails the way they did allows readers to get inside both of the main characters’ heads and see a clear picture of what’s occurring between them and who they are at their core, and that was insight that I greatly appreciated.
Romantic comedies are fun and entertaining reads because the angst and dramatics are low and the focus is more on the quirky and humorous situations that the main characters find themselves in as well as the banter that stems from the sexual tension that surrounds them as things continue to build up, just waiting for the time for action to be required.
I love a good office romance, and that’s exactly what Ney and Quinn bring readers in Love, Sincerely, Yours. For most of the characters and the story line what’s between Peyton and Rome is secret; in fact, Rome doesn’t know who his mysterious female emailer is, so watching that play out amidst the hilarious banter and the less than appropriate statements was a perfect way to slowly reveal, not only the woman behind the emails, but the feelings she has for her boss as well.
I sure hope these two authors continue writing together because their styles, quirks, and sense of humor match up well and what they deliver as co-authors is definitely worth the read!
Love, one happy blogger
Sincerely, a fan of both authors
Yours truly, The Fairest of All Book Reviews:)
4.5 Poison Apples
Like a goddamn ray of sunshine, light streaming behind her from the window, a halo shining above her pretty head.
Her lying, beautiful head.
Dark hair, wavy and glossy, down around her shoulders, the rich color picking up red from the sun.
She’s holding a glass—it’s poised at her lips and she’s about to take a sip—when our eyes meet. She lowers it, her mouth parts, and her smile spreads.
Until I scowl. Then, her face morphs from happy to concerned in a second. Damn right she should be concerned.
My eyes trail down the front of her and I note her dress—it’s baby blue, wrapped and tied at the waist, and shows off her curves while highlighting her legs in those sexy-as-shit heels.
Stop thinking about her curves and legs. You’re not here to admire her.
The pile of gifts in the corner pisses me off, bringing me back into the present, back to my rage, and has me lifting my arm; crooking my finger.
Peyton’s brows go up at the same time her head cocks and she pokes a finger into her own chest. “Me?”
“Yeah. You.” I know she can’t hear me, but I say it anyway—and if she’s any good at reading lips, she’ll haul her ass over here right quick.
Her cup is passed. Skirt gets smoothed out. Chin tilts high.
She heads over.
“Follow me,” I order her when we’re on the outskirts of the room. When we’re clear across the office common area, I pivot to face her.
She’s shorter, even in heels, so I have to dip my head to glare at her. “Want to tell me exactly what the fuck is going on in there?”
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!