Love, Sincerely, Yours by Sara Ney and Meghan Quinn

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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.

ellie's $0.02:

I don’t like to be an ass kisser, I only play one on tv, but these two authors deserve a Burger King paper crown. Let’s be real, they can each have their own.

This. Is. The. Rom-Con of the year.

Peyton is a hysterical (as in hilarious, not as in she is panicking/hysterical - oh wait, she may have panicked and been hysterical when she sent the email) and is such a refreshing heroine. (Again, way different than heroin.)

Boss-man Rome is uptight, acts like he has stripper pole jammed up his ass, and is no fun.

So obviously these two are going to bang and fall in love with chemistry that is way higher than my grade in college chemistry (I failed the class, so this is irrelevant). It’s the road to getting there that makes this book EVERYTHING.

Hunter (Rome’s best friend) BETTER get his own book. He really is the Oscar winner.

Hunter rubs his hands together and leans forward. “Oh, my nipples just got hard, lay it on me.”

Subtle and not-so-subtle jokes galore. This book gave me everything I want and need in a rom-com. I giggled (in my head), I chortled (I had to look that word up to make sure I used it right), and I really honestly got butterflies, chills, and goosebumps because the book was THAT FUCKING GOOD.

And for the record, paperclip retainers were everything.