By Sara Ney & Meghan Quinn
Release Day Oct 9th
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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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Book Review
5/5
I enjoyed reading this book, thoroughly, from the first page down to the last, and the promise of the next one.
But first, this one. Rome owns a successful outdoor company that he built from scratch. He ruled his company with an iron-first, but it didn't stop Peyton from crushing on him despite his attitude. Peyton felt that there was more bark than bite when it comes to him. So one drunken night, when she turned 30, Peyton may have sent an anonymous email that indicated the things that she wanted to do to him.
Rome was surprised with the email, and he didn't really want to engage on it, even though he was highly intrigued until Hunter pushed him to do it. Lol. When he did, he dug his whole a little deeper because he was completely wondering now who LSY is. Not to mention, one of his best employees, one he didn't know until now is resigning from work, and completely had his attention! She's feisty and beautiful and she gets on his nerves.
What happens when Rome discovers it was Peyton who was sending him emails?
Rome is such a character, but you can see the change in him when Peyton came into his life. He was no longer buttoned-up and stiff. He was finally having fun and smiling more often. He still was an uptight boss sometimes, but it was lessened, and people noticed it. Yep, love does mysterious things most of the time. I like Peyton. She's a charmer. It may have started out as a dare, but she was brave enough to go through it. To say no when it wasn't the time yet, and to take the risk when the timing is finally right. She was brave enough to take the leap and go on her own way, and to walk away when the situation calls for it. I just love her!
I love the characters, not just Rome and Peyton - but I completely adore Hunter and his ways of pissing off his best friend. I must say I couldn't wait to read his HEA as well! Yay! The Epilogue of this book is just completely promising. And of course not to mention the fun and sexy email exchange between the two. It was flirty, witty and entertaining.
This book is loads of fun, laughter, sexiness and just a bite of drama. Enough to add spice, and give you a prick of pain, but that's it. It's what you need after a stressful day at work, or a read that really took a toll on you.
Love Sincerely Yours is a must-read. If you like fun, sexy and office romance, this one hits all the right spot.
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.
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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!
EXCERPT
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.
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