REVIEW – BOSSMAN by VI KEELAND
Oh this book had me laughing and smiling like the god damn Cheshire Cat. My cheeks fucking hurt from smiling so much. Sucked in right from the beginning, I devoured this book in one night.
Right off the bat you can’t help but be engaged with Chase & Reese. They start off with this banter back and forth that will have you laughing as well as desperate to know what is going to happen.
As the book continues you find their encounters completely entertaining.
And man on man, Chase Parker – Fucking hell that man is sexy as all sin and funny as shit. He gave me butterflies and had my heart beating a mile a minute at times. I’m tempted to tell my hubby to go and get his damn nipple pierced stat.
This one line left my panties burning.
“You’re fired,” he groaned as he buried his face in my hair. “So fucking fired.”
You will love the interactions between Reese and Chase. Funny as hell and sometime downright scorching you may want to throw some water on yourself.
This book has left me fucking giddy. I fucking loved it. Once again Vi Keeland reinforces why she is a one click author for me.
The first time I met Chase Parker, I didn’t exactly make a good impression.
I was hiding in the bathroom hallway of a restaurant, leaving a message for my best friend to save me from my awful date.
He overheard and told me I was a bitch, then proceeded to offer me some dating advice.
So I told him to mind his own damn business—his own tall, gorgeous, full-of-himself damn business—and went back to my miserable date.
When he walked by my table, he smirked, and I watched his arrogant, sexy ass walk back to his date.
I couldn’t help but sneak hidden glances at the condescending jerk on the other side of the room. Of course, he caught me on more than one occasion, and winked.
When the gorgeous stranger and his equally hot date suddenly appeared at our table, I thought he was going to rat me out.
But instead, he pretended we knew each other and joined us—telling elaborate, embarrassing stories about our fake childhood.
My date suddenly went from boring to bizarrely exciting.
When it was over and we parted ways, I thought about him more than I would ever admit, even though I knew I’d never see him again.
I mean, what were the chances I’d run into him again in a city with eight million people?
What were the chances a month later he’d wind up being my new sexy boss?