Sara Ney & Meghan Quinn
October 9, 2018
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.
Yours.
My Thoughts:
As you can tell I have been dragging my feet about writing about Love, Sincerely, Yours. The beginning was a little rough. We have Peyton who works for Rome, and has a serious crush. I would expect the email to come from someone just out of college or is interning. The first half of the story was rough for me. However, when Peyton leaves her job, and gets to know Rome more on a business level, the story gets so much better. I didn't have to muddle through there anonymous emails. Actually she was anonymous. I'm not going to lie, the word banged me. There were other words, and Peyton used bang. Anyway, I digress.
Even though the story had a rough start me, I did start to enjoy the story. However, there were a few things that kind bothered me. There was a major thing that made the plot moved, but they never reveled the source of the issue. Or if it was so minor that I didn't notice it.
I liked Peyton. Even though her drunk email kind of annoyed me, but I liked that she was confident once she left working for Rome. The banter between the two of them did a get a lot more fun. Now Rome. He sounded like a douchebag at the beginning, and his friend Hunter didn't help his cause. However, I did like when Rome would be like, why are we even friends.
Overall, not a bad story. The story kind of reminded me of Sara Ney's How To Date A Douchebag which I have a lot of fun with those ones. I think Rome's best friend would be a fun one to follow. The thought of being with one girl would probably give him hives. On to the narrating which we have Alexander Cendese, and Ava Erickson. It's always hard to enjoy both narrators in a dual reading. It's possible, but hard. In dual readings you always have someone that outshines the other. In this case Ava Erickson definitely outshines in her sections. Her transition were spot on. However, her counterpart Alexander Cendese did all right. He wasn't the best, and the transition were a little rough. I didn't like his girl voice, he made Peyton sound like a valley girl. Did grow on me, but I much have rather listen to Ava Erickson read the whole story instead, even though it was written in a dual point of views.
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Excerpt:
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.
I nod.
She nods.
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.
Good girl.
“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 fuckis 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.
Even though the story had a rough start me, I did start to enjoy the story. However, there were a few things that kind bothered me. There was a major thing that made the plot moved, but they never reveled the source of the issue. Or if it was so minor that I didn't notice it.
I liked Peyton. Even though her drunk email kind of annoyed me, but I liked that she was confident once she left working for Rome. The banter between the two of them did a get a lot more fun. Now Rome. He sounded like a douchebag at the beginning, and his friend Hunter didn't help his cause. However, I did like when Rome would be like, why are we even friends.
Overall, not a bad story. The story kind of reminded me of Sara Ney's How To Date A Douchebag which I have a lot of fun with those ones. I think Rome's best friend would be a fun one to follow. The thought of being with one girl would probably give him hives. On to the narrating which we have Alexander Cendese, and Ava Erickson. It's always hard to enjoy both narrators in a dual reading. It's possible, but hard. In dual readings you always have someone that outshines the other. In this case Ava Erickson definitely outshines in her sections. Her transition were spot on. However, her counterpart Alexander Cendese did all right. He wasn't the best, and the transition were a little rough. I didn't like his girl voice, he made Peyton sound like a valley girl. Did grow on me, but I much have rather listen to Ava Erickson read the whole story instead, even though it was written in a dual point of views.
Copy provided by InkSlinger PR via AudioBooks
Excerpt:
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.
I nod.
She nods.
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.
Good girl.
“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 fuckis going on in there?”
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Authors Info
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.
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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