Phaedra Conners has been
in short supply of normal ever since she shoved a car full of
explosives off of a parking garage. Domestic terrorism would be an
unappreciated skill set on any resume, so she’s a little surprised when
she gets hired on as the personal secretary of multi-millionaire,
Gabriel Evans.
Her new boss isn’t your average CEO, and when he finds himself falling for his assistant he knows that he’ll have to let her go. Especially if he wants her to survive the week. However, denying himself turns out to be much harder than he thought it would be.
Phaedra has spent most of her life digging up secrets.
But not every door needs to be opened and some skeletons like to howl at the moon.
Her new boss isn’t your average CEO, and when he finds himself falling for his assistant he knows that he’ll have to let her go. Especially if he wants her to survive the week. However, denying himself turns out to be much harder than he thought it would be.
Phaedra has spent most of her life digging up secrets.
But not every door needs to be opened and some skeletons like to howl at the moon.
When I first started this book, I couldn't get into it. It seems to read differently than the rest of the book. By chapter three, however, once we met Gabriel, I was so engrossed that I couldn't put it down. I didn't even stop reading to make dinner! Gabriel is a figure head of the company he runs so he exudes power, but he seems oblivious to it. I can picture him in my mind as being very handsome but not realizing it. He's sort of like the king of werewolves, but still within reach and without snobbery.
I felt an array of emotions from laughter to being on the edge of tears. I cannot wait to get enveloped in the rest of the series! Those who enjoy J.R. Ward will really enjoy this one. It's a great paranormal read with an air of mystery that will keep you on the edge of your seat.
*I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. April M
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