Thirty Day Boyfriend
by Whitney G.
Publication Date: November 2, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Cover Designer: Najla Qamber Designs
Photographer: Wander Aguiar of Wander Book Club Photography
Get your panties in a bunch. A delicious romantic comedy awaits within the pages of Whitney’s G latest installment: Thirty Day Boyfriend. This is clearly another laugh out loud belly aching enemies to lovers romance proving romance can be hilarious, sophisticated and dirty.
Her signature trademark of “caught your hand in the cookie jar” witty dialogue remains perfectly intact. She has an instinct when it comes to taking expected romantic scenarios and tweaking them ever-so-slightly so they don’t play out exactly as expected.
Emily Johnson is the over-burdened Executive Assistant to Mr. Nicholas A Wolf and proclaims “my life was his life.” She is counting down the days until her contract expires to seek employment elsewhere. Nicholas is trying to close the deal of a lifetime and has run into a snag and needs Emily’s help. Since they work beautifully together as boss/employee it’s not surprising Operation: Fake Fiancee becomes the solution. Her assistance doesn’t come cheaply either as Nicholas will discover.
It is absolutely hilarious and a great read to cure any book hangover. Emily and Nick are a match made in heaven as long as Lucifer is allowed to party too. Emily is feisty, confident and she knows her self-worth. She is my idea of a strong, independent woman. Nicholas is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Under all his bravado and self made business acumen, he’s a man who has been captured by the woman of his dreams.
As a certified fangirl of Whitney G this yummy bite size morsel is also surprisingly sweet. The author takes everything good about romantic comedy, mix it in a basket and drops two hours of reading euphoria in your lap. Every page will turn on its own.
ABOUT THE BOOK
I should’ve never agreed to this arrangement…
Thirty days ago, my boss–Mr. Wolf of Wall Street, came to me with an offer I couldn’t refuse: Sign my name on the dotted line and pretend to be his fiancée for one month. If I agreed, he would let me out of my employment contract with a “very generous” severance package.
The rules were pretty simple: No intimate kissing, no actual sex. Just pretend to love each other for the press, even though I’ve secretly wanted to knock that sexy smirk off his face since the first day we met.
I definitely didn’t need to think twice about this. I signed my name and started counting down the seconds to when I would never have to deal with his special brand of ass-holery again.
I only made it to one minute…
We argued the entire four-hour flight to his hometown, failed to make a convincing impression with the welcoming press, and right when I was about to knock that arrogant look off his face in real life? He purposely dropped his bath towel in front of me, distracting me with his nine-inch cock to “show me who the bigger person was” in our relationship. Then he gave me his trademark smirk once again and asked if I wanted to consummate our marriage.
Tragically, this is only day one.
We still have 29 more days to go…
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