Reese King: Olympic medalist, underwear model, Greek god.
His body is chiseled from rock, sculpted by the weight room, and refined by water.
On a daily basis his skin is completely bare for everyone to see, tan and defined, only covered up by a minuscule piece of spandex. There is no denying his sex appeal.
I hate to admit it, but I’m head over heels infatuated with him.
There is one HUGE problem though. His achingly gorgeous abs, inked up arm, and cocky swagger belong to my boss, the high-profile, reality star bitch from hell and certified heinous human being, Bellini Chambers.
What I think is going to be an easy job assisting a glorified wench turns into a cluster f*ck of epic proportions.
First, the cover – HOLY SHA-LAMMA-LAMMA-DING-DONG!!!! Stuart Reardon dripping wet? Well, yes please, senorita! I am not sure I even read the blurb of the book before I read it. STUART REARDON!!!!
Ok, on to the serious stuff. Can Meghan Quinn please write a book that doesn’t make me pee my pants laughing? The kid working the cash register at the grocery store looks at me weird when I have to buy my “Meghan Depends.” I have rarely laughed as hard reading as when I read her books. I always know that I can turn to Meghan when I need a good laugh. Or some hot sex. I mean in the book, not really sex with Meghan. You know what I mean.
Anywho, Reese is a god, Paisley is awesome, and Bellini is a whiny princess a**hat. I wish Bellini’s cute little dog would have went Cujo on her butt. Maybe Paisley should have trained him to attack her at the shake of the Orange TicTac box. That would have been awesome but so unlike Paisley. Meghan – write me in the next book to do this. I could totally be the bad guy…. errr, girl, you know what I mean.
Seriously, buy this book today and read it. Unless you don’t like to laugh, or have a stick up your posterior, or are just grumpy. Well, maybe you need it the most so BUY IT! I loved, Loved, LOVED getting STROKED!!!!