May 31 - June 4
Ruby Scott is months behind on rent and can’t seem to land a steady job. She has one chance to turn things around with a big audition. But instead of getting her big break, she gets sick as a dog and completely bombs it in the most humiliating fashion. All thanks to a mysterious, gorgeous guy who kissed—and then coughed on—her at a party the night before.
Luckily, her best friend might have found the perfect opportunity; a job staying at the lavish penthouse apartment of hotel magnate Bancroft Mills while he’s out of town, taking care of his exotic pets. But when the newly-evicted Ruby arrives to meet her new employer, it turns out Bane is the same guy who got her sick. Seeing his role in Ruby’s dilemma, Bane offers her a permanent job as his live-in pet sitter until she can get back on her feet.
Review : I loved this book this is about Ruby and at her friends party she gets kissed by some stranger and gets sick and throws up at her audition . Bane turns out to be her best friends fiance cousin and ruby ends up working for Bane as his pet sitter they end up flirting back and forth and having phone sex because Bane is gone for six weeks for work and then he goes all caveman when Ruby was at a party and a guy was flirting with her . Ruby ends up working as a dancer and then she finds an audition for a play and doesn't get it but she gets it for another play and Bane and ruby finally get together they are so cute together .
Unless I’m looking to draw attention to my pleasure center, I think I’m going to have to pick another option.” “It wouldn’t hurt. Bancroft is hot, and from what I’ve heard he has an excellent skill set in the bedroom.”
Well, you sure did screw my mouth. At first I think those words are in my head, until I watch his eyebrows rise. “I screwed your mouth?” “Uh. With your tongue. When you kissed me, with tongue. You screwed—” Oh God, Ruby, stop talking. “My mouth. With your tongue.” And he did it, very, very well. My lady parts agree with this assessment,
Oh man. He’s going to change his shirt. In front of me. In an enclosed space. I wonder if I have enough time to grab my phone and snap a couple of pictures as he pulls the Harvard tee over his head.
A rugby-playing reader, now that’s sexy.