Monday, October 22, 2018

REVIEWS - Love Sincerely Yours - Sara Ney & Meghan Quinn

Love Sincerely Yours
By Sara Ney & Meghan Quinn
Release Day Oct 9th


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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Johnaka's Review

“Two tropes in one, 4 stars”

Peyton has a thing for her boss Rome. Of course, there has to be a no fraternisation clause in her contract but fear not she’s on her way out the door. The only negative thing about that is she won’t get to see a brooding Rome on a daily basis anymore. Then again, it’s not like he knows she exists. So, in a drunkin stupor she does something completely out of the norm for her, will it pay off or will it blow up in her face?
Rome is an uptight tyrant, or so everyone who works for him thinks. Then he starts getting these mysterious emails that are far from work appropriate. Somewhere along the way Rome starts looking forward to the emails. Can he figure out who’s behind the emails? If he does will he make a move on the woman?
I enjoyed Peyton and the banter between her and her group of girls. They were hysterical. Then you have Rome and his best friend Hunter who are polar opposites but work well together. Rome is serious to the extreme, where Peyton is serious when she has to be but remembers how to have fun. There were only really two things I didn’t care for, and that was the book seemed to go by too fast for my liking and it’s not a happily ever after. Its more like a happily right now, which there is nothing wrong with its just not my cup of tea.
Take a chance on LSY if you love a good rom-com.

Star Ratings:
Writing style-4/5

Louise's Review

What a fantastic collaboration between Ney and Quinn, this book was a brilliant office romcom story. From the moment I started reading this book I could not put it down; Rome and Peyton have a great back and forth banter that keeps you wanting more. 

Being in love with your boss is not ideal, especially when he doesn’t even know you exist. One night of drinking and celebrating turning the big 3-0 Peyton send him an anonymous email revealing her feelings for him. Rome is all about his business, he hasn’t got time for any kind of relationship nor does he want one.

‘To Whom it may concern: ………………….. I want to bang you’

 When he receives the email, he doesn’t want to admit that he is enjoying the back and forth conversation and is desperate to find out who she is. When a leak in the company is revealed Rome lashes out and jeopardises his future.

I personally loved this story and highly recommend if you are looking for some laughs and love, Ney and Quinn have delivered an absolute gem of a book. With the dual POV’s and the great minor characters they have set themselves for another hit with Hunter’s book which I hope I don’t have to wait to long for. 

Plot: 5/5
Characters: 5/5
Heat: 5/5
Writing Style: 5/5

Overall: 5/5


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!

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.
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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