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,
My review: 4 stars
This was so fun but took a little bit to get in to. I wasn't sold on Rome until the second half of the book. Once I was as into him as Peyton was, I really liked him. I love how Peyton was sassy and determined and independent. I knew the dialog would be good from these two authors- they are two of my favorites!
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ABOUT THE AUTHORS
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!
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