Kelly (and the Book Boar)'s Reviews > The Boss

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ME - the biggest prude on Goodreads just read a BDSM book . . .



So basically if this . . .



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had a baby you would pretty much end up with something like The Boss. The good news is, the dom/sub stuff wasn’t totally rapey like 50 Shades and the male lead wasn’t a complete and total creeper. The bad news is, I still didn’t like it.

Sophie and Neil met six years ago when the flight they were supposed to be on to Tokyo got cancelled. Rather than going their separate ways, Neil was all like . . .



and Sophie was indeed down. That night she let go of all of her inhibitions and let Neil completely dominate her in the sack. Nothing has ever lived up to that experience. When Neil walks through the door of the fashion magazine where Sophie works and declares himself her new boss, she’s thrown for a loop. Luckily, Neil remembers her as well and is totes ready to play some “secretary” on the D.L. . . . .



Of course, Neil realizes that it won’t work to constantly think about banging his assistant when he has a business to run, so he gives Sophie a promotion . . .



Ha! Just kidding. I mean, she gets a promotion but she was already on the short-list for it to begin with. After that, things get complicated. I mean eyeroll worthy complications that made me get all . . . .



leading right in to Book #2 – which I will not be reading. #duh

Okay, so as I said the sex was actually consensual this time around, but seriously these two did it ALL. THE. TIME. There was actually a decent “subplot” which should have been the main focus, but Neil’s boner and Sophie’s “sopping” (barf) ladygarden got in the way and instead it was like 75% . . . .



Until I was screaming “NO MORE YANKY MY WANKY – THE DONGER NEED FOOD!”

There was also too much use of certain terms, like the aforementioned “sopping” (seriously, barf) as well as “splayed” – splayed hands across the small of her back, splayed hands on her bum, legs all splayed apart. GET A THESAURUS! I also have to mention the prude factor that makes things like this . . .

“If I wanted pineapple, I would eat pineapple. When I eat pu$$y, I’d prefer it to taste like pu$$y. And yours is fantastic.”



Ew. Let’s reserve that for the “you are NEVER allowed to say things like that out loud to me and expect to do it ever again” file.