Married to My Grumpy Minotaur Boss
by Ami Wright
Blurb:
But when ratings are down and he catches me snooping on his computer, I open my big mouth and... well...
I might have come up with an idea to rescue the network, but I didn't take into account what it would feel like to be his. Even if it's not real.
Now we’re stuck together on a romantic island on my dream honeymoon, with only one bed!
He’s the monster husband of my dreams. He’s controlling, yet tender. His knowing smile and monstrous good looks make my mouth dry and my panties… not! I used to wish he’d notice me. The problem is all he seems to notice about me are the ways I annoy him. While all I notice are the ways he’d be perfect for me.
Can we save the network and his job—and mine? More importantly, can I keep from falling desperately, madly, painfully in love with him? Because that would be the worst mistake of all!
My Review:
This book was HOT, all caps, bolded,
underlined, spiritually on fire. Don’t give me that look. I refuse to be shamed
for devouring a monster romance like it was my last meal. I ate this book UP.
Every word, every sentence, every page had me wide-eyed at 3 a.m. questioning my
morals, my sanity, and my Amazon search history.
Because listen… there is nothing, and I mean nothing,
like a man (or, more accurately, a Minotaur built like sin and sculpted
consequences) who wants to make you feel beautiful while maintaining unwavering
eye contact. The eye contact??! OMG. I am still recovering. I could
tell you what this book did to me, but I don’t think OSHA, the FCC, or my
conscience would allow it.
But since I’m feeling generous, here’s a little something to ruin your day
in the best possible way:
“Open your eyes, Justine. I want you to watch what your body
does to me. What you do to me.”
Baby… when I say that this line ended me? There is no returning from that. I
saw the light. I ascended. My spirit high-fived a constellation.
And sure, Ronan was out here doing unspeakably delicious things to his
assistant, but the book wasn’t just feral thirst fuel.
It was funny, clever, and genuinely well written. Not once was I bored. Not
once did I consider putting it down. I was flipping pages like a woman
possessed, trying to figure out what chaos, delight, or “I need a moment”
moment was coming next.
And our MMC? Devastating. Absolutely devastating. Ronan calling himself a
monster while the world called him “Minotaur daddy” and I didn’t even flinch??
That says everything you need to know
about the grip this story had on me.
Pick this book up. Immediately. It’s worth every second, every swoon, every
late-night regret. And now I can’t wait to throw myself into the rest of this
author’s catalogue like it’s my personal destiny.
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