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Jillian has
had it with domineering chauvinistic boss, Mike Furie. Who
cares if he is the wealthiest, sexiest man alive? He’s a
jerk! As his highly paid PA, she has given up any chance of
having a real life. And for what? He doesn’t even see her
as a woman! Seven years of cleaning up his messes has
driven her to the brink. He calls her at the last moment
to fly to Aspen to run interference on a man-eating model.
It’s the last straw. She’s done and plans to tell him where
to stick his job. The last thing she expects is to wake up
naked next to very man she hates—and who makes her crazy for
him in every way.
This story made my head spin leaving in its wake a few other
embarrassing reactions, which means I was nuked by a
devilishly steamy read. Fran Lee, where have you been all
my contemporary-romance-reading-life? After reading
Jillian’s Job, it is time for me to backtrack and
devour anything else Ms. Lee has published. This is a combo
of Two Weeks Notice meets Sex in the City!
Hmmm. Maybe we should add some extra sizzling heat to that
description. Turn it up by another 100 degrees with a
doubled heat index that would make a Texan wince. Jill and
Mike duke it out, make-up, and get down into some heavy
action that won’t quit. There’s more to this powerhouse
pair than just the hot-off-the-printers-sex. Neither are
just a pretty face and a fat checkbook. The character
development more than makes up for the gratuitous sex
scenes—ahem, you don’t see me complaining. My chief
complaint is that this torrid tale was not longer. What a
tease! I wanted more from this delightfully talented author
with the wicked imagination. Who says contemporary romance
is dead? With creative writing like Ms. Lee, I’d say it’s
time for me to take a break from my paranormal sci-fi fix
(like now) and catch up on the progressive goodies under
this genre. Ellora’s Cave, take a bow for snatching up this
gifted lady and sharing her with what I’m sure will be an
ever-growing mountain of fans and readers. |
