Love, Sincerely, Yours by Sara Ney & Meghan Quinn

By Sara Ney & Meghan Quinn

Release Day Oct 9th


Dear Mister…**strike out** no, too formal.

Hey there sweet cheeks *strike out* no, too forward.


To whom it may concern,

Full disclosure; before we move forward with this email, I would like it to be known that I have consumed an adequate amount of alcoholic beverages to intoxicate myself tonight. Three margaritas, two shots, and one beer—because it was free.

I think it’s important to be open and honest with your co-workers, don’t you?

So here I am, being honest. Drunk but honest. Or just drunk with lust? You decide.

I like you so much it’s clouding my judgment and making me do things I never would sober. Like write this letter.

I have a hopeless, foolish, schoolgirl crush on you when you are the last person on earth I should be falling for. Did you know people around the office call you a sadist? An egomaniac. An insensitive, arrogant prick. Your bark is worse then your bite, and you don’t scare me. The fact is, I’d love that bite of yours to nip at my bare skin while we’re both wearing nothing but sheets.

For once I want you to look at me as more than one of your employees.

And as long as we’re being honest, that navy blue suit you wear? With the crisp white shirt? It really makes me want to loosen your tie and show you who’s boss.










I open the company messenger app on my phone and scroll through the executive names, knowing full well I’m about to break a policy. It’s the company’s phone, and the company’s app, and I’m about to use it for personal use. To flirt.

With my boss.

I close my eyes, find his name—next to it is a little, green dot, which means. . .

He’s on the app.

I’ve never talked to him live before so this is a huge step, but then again, it might be more fun to get his initial reactions to my comments.

Debating it for all but two seconds, I type out a message to him, making sure I’m signed on under my LSY persona.

HandsRomingMyBody: Hey you.

My text turns into a new message on the app and I wait on bated breath to see if he will respond. Nerves prickle up my spine, my fingers feeling numb, my mind playing mutiny with my heart just as little dots appear letting me know he’s typing.

Oh God, I don’t think I’ve been more excited.



Love, Sincerely, Yours by Sara Ney
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Love…love…LOVED IT<3

Not one word of this book was anything other than PERFECTION. I love it when big strong men are taken down by equally strong women. I loved the interaction between Payton and Rome. Their banter was funny, smart, hot and oh-so-sweet! I loved how their relationship started. I really enjoyed how Payton’s quirky personality had loosened Rome up and showed him how to live a little.

”I don’t want to bang you…I want to love you if you’ll let me. Love, Sincerely, ALWAYS Yours”
. When I got to this part in the book I was a sobbing mess. I love when a man will go the extreme if necessary to have the one woman he loves to give him another chance.

I can’t wait to read more from this dynamic duo of writers. Well done ladies WELL DONE!!!

***Review copy requested and reviewed on behalf of OMGReads Blog***

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Love, Sincerely, Yours by Sara Ney

….. lol It was fun and sexy. It had exceptional banter that just hits you in all the right places. The romance and chemistry between the leads was just off the charts. This is actually the first book I’ve read by either author and it made it that much more refreshing for me. The romantic-comedy essence of the story wasn’t slap-stick, it was natural and just plain fun. The story-line was ridiculously cute and so was the unfolding of the plot LOL I can’t wait to dig into more books by these ladies!

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Sara Ney is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the How to Date a Douchebag series, and is best known for her sexy, laugh-out-loud New Adult romances. Among her favorite vices, she includes: iced latte’s, historical architecture and well-placed sarcasm. She lives colorfully, collects vintage books, art, loves flea markets, and fancies herself British.

She lives with her husband, children, and her ridiculously large dog.

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Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.

Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.

Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!

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