Ego Maniac by Vi Keeland
The night I met Drew Jagger, he’d just broken into my new Park Avenue office. I dialed 9-1-1 before proceeding to attack him with my fancy new Krav Maga skills. He quickly restrained me, then chuckled, finding my attempted assault amusing.
Of course, my intruder had to be arrogant. Only, turned out, he wasn’t an intruder at all.
Drew was the rightful occupant of my new office. He’d been on vacation while his posh space was renovated. Which was how a scammer got away with leasing me office space that wasn’t really available for rent. I was swindled out of ten grand.
The next day, after hours at the police station, Drew took pity on me and made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. In exchange for answering his phones while his secretary was out, he’d let me stay until I found a new place. I probably should have acted grateful and kept my mouth shut when I overheard the advice he was spewing to his clients. But I couldn’t help giving him a piece of my mind. I never expected my body to react every time we argued. Especially when that was all we seemed to be able to do.
The two of us were complete opposites. Drew was a bitter, angry, gorgeous-as-all-hell, destroyer of relationships. And my job was to help people save their marriages. The only thing the two of us had in common was the space we were sharing. And an attraction that was getting harder to deny by the day.ADD TO GOODREADS
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I think one of the reasons I continue, and will always continue, to pick up Vi's books is the writing. I don't even care the what the topic or the plot at this point anymore. She could write about poop on a stick (ew, that's gross), but she would somehow make it intriguing and engrossing (different than gross) and draw the reader in. It's flawless, it's smooth, the timing is impeccable. It's the best shit ever. Get it? Shit? Poop? Nevermind. This is going all wrong.
Back to Vi. Along with her writing magical ability, she has character characteristics down to a science and the banter with these two is aces. Dialogue is one of my peeves. HUGE. PET. PEEVES. And I never have to worry about her characters having stale, boring, blah, old, whats-for-dinner dialogue. It's entertaining and fun with her characters.
One of my favorite bands (Gasoline Lollipops), has a new song coming next month and it's called Mary Rose... I kept singing it along while I was reading about Emerie Rose. Uncanny, right? My favorite band and one of my favorite authors bonding over E-mary Rose. Brilliant.
And dude. Drew is hot. Need I say more about him? Not really. Romance. Hot dude. Big dude. End of story. Except not. Drew makes it all worthwhile. Forget Vi's writing. It's all about Drew Jagger. I can't even speak in complete sentences he has me all fumbly still.
I think I'm just trying to say that I don't feel like I can ever give Vi the justice she deserves on her reviews and I kinda give up now. She's on task (unlike me today), focused plots and flow (unlike my reviews), amazing story telling (I have A.D.D. and subtraction too), and her Ego kept my Manic super happy.
Just... well.... this is a definite must read. Carry on.