“Will you do me the greatest honor of all time and be my bridegroom?” she asks, hope in her eyes . . .
How did I get here? My assistant, bent on one knee, holding my hand, her expectant face waiting for an answer.
Just . . . how?
How did I go from being insulted by Charlee Cox to hiring her to be my assistant? How is it that she’s chaos in color – making me crazy and my life better at the same time?
I never thought I would be staring down at her bright blue eyes begging me to go along with this ridiculous scheme I suggested.
Yes, I suggested. Like the idiot I am, I thought hey, why not start an HR nightmare and have my assistant ask me to marry her?
Confused? Don’t worry, so am I.
But try to follow along, because this is how I became Boss Man Bridegroom.
Contemporary | Romance | Comedy | Adult Fiction
Well tits my furry friends, but at this point it should not surprise me when I read something from my woman crush it blows me away. Truthfully, Meghan Quinn can do no wrong with her writing style – try to convince me otherwise, I dare you. To be fair, I am not one to all go bonkers for a marriage of convenience trope, but hey, give me hot billionaire slow burn romance with some chuckles and I am all for a try. Plus this is Rath. My beloved Rath from probably my absolute favorite bromance dynamic read ever. I am all here for these snorts.
I draw the line at my brother spending our honeymoon with us where all I’ll be packing are two pieces and lingerie.
So first things first, I loved the characters. Obviously I loved Rath. I liked finally seeing this side of him more in the front space of the read. Yeah, he was always the soulmate of his best buddy Bram, but we didn’t get to know him truly until now. I loved him. He was the absolute grump with a dash of control freak mannerism, especially in the work place. But when the bros were around, same old lovable, hilarious man I fell in love with back in The Secret To Dating Your Best Friends Sister. Dripping of sexy num feels.
But not just him, something that I always love about Quinn’s writing style is her ability to make the men likable, believable, but also the female leads. Charlee Cox, or Charlee Bag of Dicks is perfection. The stationary obsession, the bubbliness of her personality, yeah it is me. I would read something and then think back to a conference call I just had where I had everyone laughing then my husband tells me I am too chipper at six a.m. I loved Charlee. I cannot, will not say that enough. Between the word vomit, the chipper attitude, the brightness of her personality that was bleeding through each page made me fall head over heels for her.
And of course, I mentioned before, a marriage of convenience is not my go-to trope to enjoy, but this was golden. It was an exaggerated hilarious situation, yet not so crazy that it isn’t unbelievable or annoying. It was great. I was beyond tickled to death by the shenanigans. Plus, it was a slow burn, it didn’t just go ‘snap’ lets be married. There was a build, a development, a quirk to the situation that really tied it along into the perfect RomCom. Even the drama was super entertaining with a nice flow.
I wake up looking like a wooly mammoth who had a rough night out, and I refuse to have to hold in my farts. They’re going to happen. It’s life.
I mean, really, do you question my obsession? You bet your bottom dollar I am obsessed and in love, so question me not. This was a great. Really it was. Between the relatability of Charlee, her adorable quirks plus the broody Rath in all his charming grumpy pants personality, whew, when I wasn’t crying until I laughed, I was swooning until I was melting on the ground. I will never get enough of Quinn’s writing style in the RomCom world.