BOSS MAN BRIDEGROOM by Meghan Quinn
Release Date: January 23rd
Genre: Contemporary Romance
5 Bag of Dicks Crowns
There should be a warning on this book. “Do Not Read At Work!” I about died laughing out loud during this entire story. Meghan has created such a creatively funny and heartwarming story that will make your cheeks hurt with how much you smile and laugh. I devoured this cover to cover in one sitting and every character/every moment was written with such precision and care making this story flow seamlessly.
I fired her yesterday, right? That’s what happened. I told her to leave….So why is she here looking like Miss Frizzle and acting like we’re at freshman orientation?
I could not get enough of the characters in this story. You see some from her previous books and they slide in and out of the story effortlessly. I missed Bram’s and Raths relationship. I freaking love these two, they are bromance to the nth degree, and their relationship is legitimately the best thing to read!!!
“Linus, the light of my life,” Bram says, opening the door. If I wasn’t so enraptured in looking for his plus-one, I’d be mildly insulted that Bram called another man the light of his life.
Rath is so stoic and stubborn but it’s the side you see outside of his work environment that really hit’s you in the feels. This man is definitely two different people depending on where he’s at. I loved the dichotomy between the two different sides of himself. But what I really enjoyed seeing was his relationship with Charlee and how she slowly and meticulously broke down his walls and got him to loosen up and relax even at work. Their banter from the start is off the charts fantastic and I could not get enough of these two together.
One way to piss off the future wife….get caught up in a fucking her fantasy and not paying attention to what she’s saying. Noted.
I absolutely without a doubt love Charlee, this girl is quirky and fun. But at the same time she stands up for herself and doesn’t take crap from anyone. This girl is amazing and I fell in love with her immediately. She is exactly what Rath needs. She’s light and fun and he’s grumpy and dark. She opens up his world to an array of colors that he didn’t even know existed. And the chemistry between them is palpable, oh lord, every time they are in a room together you could feel the tension pour from the pages and filling up every room they’re in until they can’t breathe. I had to fan myself from the amount of heat coming from this book.
I can’t fucking sleep without you. Nothing tastes the same. My apartment feels empty. I’m so goddamn angry, upset….sad. I only have myself to blame, I realize this
Meghan has once again Slayed her story. This book will brighten up your day and simultaneously make your heart ache. I was so enraptured with every word and moment in this story I did not want it to end. These two hold a special place in my heart and I can’t wait to see what Meghan has up her sleeve next. Because I. Am. Here. For. It. All!!!!!
“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.
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“Rath Westin, my boss, my commander in chief, my Gucci Governor—”
“I don’t wear Gucci.”
“Go with it.” She winks and clears her throat. “Mr. Big Shot, Barking Britches, and Irritable Ira—”
“Jesus . . . Christ.” I rub my hand down my face.
“Will you do me the great honor . . .” She wobbles on her bent knee and clutches my hand to steady herself. “Will you . . .” She tears up, her voice becoming shaky. “I’m sorry, I’ve never done this before.”
“I sure as hell hope not,” I say through gritted teeth.
“And I didn’t think I’d get emotional either.” On a deep breath, she finishes, “Will you do me the greatest honor of all time and be my bridegroom?”
Christ, nothing is ever simple with her.
“Why did you say it like that?”
“Did I not do it right?” she mumbles to herself. “See, I knew I was doing something wrong.”
“No, why did you say bridegroom?”
“Oh, well, that’s what you would be. You see, that’s what they used to call men who were soon to be married . . . a bridegroom. But then somewhere along the way they shortened it to groom. But if you marry me, I would give you the dignified pleasure of retaining the honorable title of bridegroom.”
“Don’t call me bridegroom.”
“Boss man bridegroom?” she asks with a cheeky grin.
How the fuck did I allow myself to get in this position? With my quirky and sometimes annoying but mostly efficient assistant, kneeling in front of me . . . proposing.
Proposing to me.
In a pair of belly-covering slacks and suspenders, hair pulled back into a tight bun like she often wears it, looking up at me through her red-framed glasses, her bright blue eyes shining past the lenses, begging me to go along with this ridiculous scheme I suggested.
Like the goddamn idiot I am, I thought hey, why not start an HR nightmare and have my assistant ask me to marry her?
Don’t worry, so am I.
Where do I even start? Maybe from the beginning?
Here is a quick rundown: my ex, who used to work with me, left me for bigger and better things. We don’t talk about her, ever, because she took my heart with her. Instead, I buried myself in my work. I became a hermit in my office, firing one assistant after another because they weren’t good enough or their voice annoyed me, or they thought salt was sugar and gave me one bad cup of coffee that ended their career at Westin Enterprises—that mistake was on them.
In my spare time—not that there’s much—but when I do have spare time, I follow my two idiot friends around the city, helping them avoid fucking up their lives. But now that they’re both in loving and committed relationships, one planning a wedding with my sister as the bride, I have much more time on my hands.
Maybe they’re to blame for my demise, for this ridiculous charade I’m now a part of.
What does this have to do with my assistant proposing to me?
Well, you see, I was in the market for yet another new assistant, and that’s when one of my best friends, Bram, suggested I lean on his assistant, Linus, to help me find someone. Side note: Linus is a gift from God, and I’ve offered him huge pay raises many times to jump ship and join my company, but his loyalty lies with Bram . . . unfortunately.
So Linus helped me find an assistant, and that’s where it started to go downhill.
The minute I saw her, I knew it wasn’t going to be a good fit.
Because she’s too goddamn beautiful.
Because she’s far too bubbly.
Because with every smile and checklist she devises, she makes me want to bend her over my desk and make her mine.
But, since I clearly don’t know how to make any decisions worth a shit, I hired her, right there on the spot.
And that was the beginning of the end.
Need to know more? Well in case you are on pins and needles about my answer to her proposal, I said yes.
Here’s the story of how I became Boss Man Bridegroom.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.