✰ Bianca ✰ Janeane ✰ 
• 16 May 2019
• standalone RomCom
• standalone RomCom
★★★★★
4.75 Stars
4.75 Stars
My new boss has it all. In spades.
Gorgeous green eyes? Check.
Hard-and-sexy body? Check.
Intelligence? Check.
Success? A big fat billionaire… Check.
Too bad I haven’t started out on the best foot.
My big mouth has already turned him against me, and tempting good looks and success aside, Trent Turner is no peach either. He’s stubborn and thick-headed, and son of a fruitcake, he thinks he knows everything there is to know about the hotel business.
With him running the development of the new Vanderturn New Orleans Hotel and me doing the design, our work relationship is far too intimate for two people who absolutely despise one another.
But that’s not all.
See, he isn’t just my billionaire boss from hell. He’s my new neighbor, too.
Same city.
Same building.
Same floor.
Trent Turner is my billionaire boss next door.
Holy moly, let’s hope my career—and hormones—can survive.
Greer is a struggling interior designer from New Orleans. She's trying to save her little company with this huge hotel job she's about to interview for.
Trent is the heir to said hotel empire and he's struggling to prove to his dad that he's got what it takes to one day take over the company.
Greer and Trent can't stand each other.
Their first meeting at the gym made this reader fall from the couch laughing - but it also made those two hate each other.
And just hours later they were kissing each other. But it was a masked party - so they don't know they kissed each other. LOL!
And now they have to work closely together for the next nine months!
LET THE FUN TIMES BEGIN!
Because not only will they fight and bicker and argue at work all day long - once they're home at night - their fighting won't stop - because they live across the hall from each other!
LOL! I so want to move into the apartment next door and just watch them fight their way to a happily ever after!
Which obviously will take a tiny little while!
But the reader has an amazing time witnessing their journey!
I really loved reading this story. Trent is the perfect guy - rich, hot, nice, grumpy. And Greer is just adorable & hilarious!
I was expecting something a little bit funnier though. It was really funny and adorable ... but other reviews and comments from MM led me to believe that I would be ROFLing all through the book - which I didn't at all. Plus the whole next door thing doesn't happen until a third of the book is over already and the title suggested something a bit more romcom. I expected a tiny bit more hilarious moments and maybe even a few more sexy moments. But maybe that's just me. ☺
I still really loved the book. You can't not love a book that starts with a prologue from Thatch!!! ♥ (P.S. should you not know who Thatch is - you've obviously been asleep these last few years and need to hurry to amazon and get started with Max Monroe's first amazing Billionaire Bad Boy series!)
I also loved all the other characters in this story. Greer's bestie Emory and her boy Quince. (I've read all MM books so far, but I don't remember those two? Did they have their own story? I can't remember! But I don't think they did - even though I would've wanted to read how they fell for each other!)
And I especially adored Quince & Trent's other BFF Cap. Cap and Thatch just have to be twins, right?!
Although ... those three might've been in this book a tiny bit too much for my tastes. I adored them - but all their scenes took time away from Greer and Trent's love story. It's not really all that bad, but it was a tiny little bit too much. I guess we had to have them in here to prepare for Cap's story. I can't wait to read his book! The next Billionaire Collection book will be with us in July - but it might not yet be Cap's - he's not yet ready for love! ☺
Trent is the heir to said hotel empire and he's struggling to prove to his dad that he's got what it takes to one day take over the company.
Greer and Trent can't stand each other.
Their first meeting at the gym made this reader fall from the couch laughing - but it also made those two hate each other.
And just hours later they were kissing each other. But it was a masked party - so they don't know they kissed each other. LOL!
And now they have to work closely together for the next nine months!
LET THE FUN TIMES BEGIN!
Because not only will they fight and bicker and argue at work all day long - once they're home at night - their fighting won't stop - because they live across the hall from each other!
LOL! I so want to move into the apartment next door and just watch them fight their way to a happily ever after!
Which obviously will take a tiny little while!
But the reader has an amazing time witnessing their journey!
I really loved reading this story. Trent is the perfect guy - rich, hot, nice, grumpy. And Greer is just adorable & hilarious!
I was expecting something a little bit funnier though. It was really funny and adorable ... but other reviews and comments from MM led me to believe that I would be ROFLing all through the book - which I didn't at all. Plus the whole next door thing doesn't happen until a third of the book is over already and the title suggested something a bit more romcom. I expected a tiny bit more hilarious moments and maybe even a few more sexy moments. But maybe that's just me. ☺
I still really loved the book. You can't not love a book that starts with a prologue from Thatch!!! ♥ (P.S. should you not know who Thatch is - you've obviously been asleep these last few years and need to hurry to amazon and get started with Max Monroe's first amazing Billionaire Bad Boy series!)
I also loved all the other characters in this story. Greer's bestie Emory and her boy Quince. (I've read all MM books so far, but I don't remember those two? Did they have their own story? I can't remember! But I don't think they did - even though I would've wanted to read how they fell for each other!)
And I especially adored Quince & Trent's other BFF Cap. Cap and Thatch just have to be twins, right?!
Although ... those three might've been in this book a tiny bit too much for my tastes. I adored them - but all their scenes took time away from Greer and Trent's love story. It's not really all that bad, but it was a tiny little bit too much. I guess we had to have them in here to prepare for Cap's story. I can't wait to read his book! The next Billionaire Collection book will be with us in July - but it might not yet be Cap's - he's not yet ready for love! ☺
THE BILLIONAIRE BOSS NEXT DOOR was an adorable & funny New-York-Boss-Man-New-Orleans-Enemies-To-Lovers Rom-Com! I adored it!
Hurry to your nearest amazon for your own Trent - this one is MINE!!! (Quince and Cap and Thatch are mine too btw!)
I can't wait to see what MM will have for us next!
ARC received for an honest review
Woohoo, a new Max Monroe is here!
And ladies, I gotta say - you had me a Thatch's prologue lol.
I loved the snark and banter between Greer and Trent. It is sizzling with tension, and you just know that they are going to break and it will be all on.
I freaking love love love the New Orleans setting, it is one of the cities I have enjoyed the most on my USA adventure, and reading about NOLA makes me want to go back.
There are great secondary characters. Now, I have terrible bookzheimer's, so I can't remember - have we met Quince and Emory (Greer's best friend) before? They feel familiar, but who knows, I could be imagining them!
I really, really, really need Cap's story in my hands too. He is kind of like Thatch Jr, and I want more.
Sweet, tender, frustrating, The Billionaire Boss Next Door had a bit of everything, and I hope we get more of them in the future.
♥ EXCERPT ♥
It only takes five minutes inside the hotel gym to realize
why my original plan was to eat a hamburger in bed.
I do not got this.
I’m not good at working out, I’ve never been good at working
out, and I’ll never be good at working out.
I don’t know what to do with the equipment, and it doesn’t
know what to do with me.
Clearly, it’s been designed for people with half a foot more
height and fifty percent more muscle, and even on the lowest of settings, I
fumble my way through biceps curls like an uncoordinated inchworm.
I can barely reach the handles, so I have to kind of stoop to
get in position, but the newly formed curve of my spine makes me have to arch
and wiggle to complete the curl. If it weren’t for my kick-ass Metallica
T-shirt, I might start to worry that I look foolish.
The ten-pound weight clanks as I drop it the inch and a half
I managed to lift it in the first place, and I stand up to find a different
machine. Surely there’s something in here I can operate without having a
special license.
I find some kind of seated thing with weights on one end and
a padded face rest on the other. I sit, lay my face down, and attempt to slide
my legs underneath the weighted bar. But, it’s completely awkward and
uncomfortable, and I start questioning what in the fuck this thing is even
supposed to do.
Just before I give up completely, a throat clears deeply
beside me, and I look up to see a far too muscular man staring down at me in
confusion. “Uh…wow…I didn’t realize you could use it that way…”
Huh?
I nearly ask him what he’s talking about, but his actions
answer any and all questions I might have.
He sits down on the machine beside mine—an identical machine
to mine—and it’s then I realize the face rest is not a face rest.
It’s a seat. For asses.
A seat for sweaty, workout asses.
Jesus Christ. I shudder and disentangle myself from the
machine.
“You okay?” Arnold Schwarzenegger’s long-lost brother asks,
but I just nod off his question and put some much-needed distance between us.
Also, I scrub my face with the hand towel I brought down
from my room like it’s a fucking Brillo pad capable of removing the ball sweat
that’s probably found itself a home in my pores.
Note to self: take one thousand scalding-hot showers
tonight.
With a deep inhale, I try to regain some of the pride I lost
back there by Mr. Muscles and peruse the room until I find a machine that’s
labeled with instructional pictures to boot.
Hip. Abduction.
Do I need aliens to use this thing?
Against my better judgment, I study the pictures and peptalk
myself into sitting down on the seat and swing my legs over to the inside of
the knee pads.
No face-to-butt-sweat mistakes happening here, folks!
The weight is set on one hundred and fifty pounds from the
person before me, and it makes me wonder if Thor is staying at this hideous
hotel too.
I pull out the pin and put it on forty instead.
After a quick test push with my legs, the setting seems
doable, so I take out my phone and start scrolling through it to set up some
music to accompany me.
Yes. Yes. That’s exactly what I need. Some workout jams.
Of course, once I’m on it, I get distracted by Instagram,
and five minutes go by before I realize I’m sitting on a machine, not a couch,
and the purpose here is to do something other than lounge.
I glance up from my phone and scan the room, wondering
slightly if anyone knows how long I’ve been sitting here. Mr. Muscles has moved
on to a new machine, but a different guy across the room makes eye contact and
smirks.
Busted.
Normal human decency dictates he should let me off the hook
and go about his day, but this fit, Adonis-looking, sweat-covered,
brown-haired, green-eyed—good God, he’s attractive—man apparently has no
manners.
Shit.
His sleeveless white T-shirt clings to his tanned body as he
strides my way, and his athletic shorts conform to a muscular set of thighs and
ass.
I look everywhere but at him, fiddling with the machine as
though I’m doing something productive, but he still doesn’t get the hint.
Raspy and firm, the clearing of his throat sounds right next
to me.
I look up as innocently as I can manage and pull out my
earbuds as though I had music playing.
“Um, hi,” I say with a cute little manufactured laugh. “I’ll
be done in just a second.”
He laughs too, but his seems genuine and undeniably directed
at me. “If you keep up your current pace, I think it’s going to be a little
longer.”
“Excuse me?”
“Come on,” he says good-naturedly—the prick. “You’re just
pretending to work out.”
Oh no, he did not just say that….
“I’m not pretending to work out,” I deny. “I’m just getting
warmed up.”
He nods knowingly.
“And setting up my music,” I continue.
He hums.
“I’m just about to catch my stride.”
“Sure you are.” He calls bullshit with his smug, green as
fuck eyes, and for the briefest of moments, they glance down at my chest and my
legs before meeting my gaze again. “But there are people who would like to
really use it, so if you’re done…”
What. The. Fuck.
Who does this guy think he is?
“Are you always this rude?” I question, and his green eyes
lighten a bit.
“All right, you’re right. I’m really not trying to be a
dick,” he says and runs a hand through his hair.
Should it really take that much effort not to be a dick?
“Let’s start over…” He pauses and pushes a small smile to
his full, kissable lips. “How are you enjoying the hotel?”
Start over? How about let’s never have started at all?
Still annoyed, I don’t censor my answer. “It’s…swell.”
He laughs at first, but when I raise an eyebrow in
contention, he frowns. “You don’t like it?”
“Maybe ugly décor and a whole buttload of pretention are
good for some people, but not for me.”
“Ugly décor? Really?”
How can he be shocked by this? Anyone with eyes could see
the design flaws here.
“Are you kidding? I feel like I’m in my ninety-year-old
grandmother’s living room, except it’s a waking nightmare and I’m about to be
eaten alive by the curtains.”
“I don’t think it’s that bad. It’s timeless.”
Normally, I’m not such a snob about design, nor do I make a
point to make other people feel bad for their likes and dislikes, but for some
reason, this handsome prick and his dickish attitude just bring it out in me.
Before I know it, I’m channeling Regina George.
“Well…” I pause and scrunch up my nose dramatically. “I’m
sorry to break the news to you, but the design of this place looks like it was
done by a blind rat. Gilded sailboat pictures and tapestries with oxen on them
aren’t timeless. They’re old.”
His eyebrows pinch together, highlighting the otherwise
perfect features of his face. Goddamn this ugly hotel for housing such
perfect-looking humans.
“What did you say your name was again?”
Shit. Emory will absolutely murder me if she finds out I got
into some kind of confrontational tête-à-tête with a random Romeo in the hotel
gym.
Let’s also not forget this hotel gym is located inside a
hotel that is owned by the company you’re about to interview with…
Shit. Yeah. I’d better cut and run while I can.
“I didn’t.” I jump up from the machine with the exact
agility I’ve lacked during the rest of my workout and offer a saccharine smile.
“But, hey, good news. Machine’s all yours.”
“Aren’t you going to wipe it down?” he asks as I walk toward
the door, and I can’t help but turn around for my parting shot.
“Why?” I smirk at the pouty-lipped asshole. “After all, I
was just pretending to work out.”
Because you know what dicks can do?
They can go fuck themselves and wipe down their own workout
equipment, tight asses and chiseled jaws be damned.
Suck on
that, workout Romeo.
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