Most Eligible Billionaire by Annika Martin Published by Self-Published on November 7, 2017
Pages: 335
Genres: Romantic Comedy
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He’s a powerful billionaire CEO who built the family business into an empire. The money doesn’t matter to him, but the company is his life. And then his eccentric mother wills it all to her tiny dog.
I’m Vicky, the dog whisperer. (Not really, but that’s what my elderly neighbor always says.) When she dies, she surprises everybody by leaving a corporation worth billions to her dog, Smuckers. With me as his spokesperson.
Suddenly I go from running my Etsy store to sitting in an elegant Wall Street boardroom with Smuckers in my lap. And my neighbor’s son, Henry Locke, aka New York’s most eligible bachelor, glaring across the table at me.
Rumor has it Henry’s a business genius who’s as talented in the bedroom as he is in the boardroom. Sure, he’s gorgeous. Sex-in-a-seven-thousand dollar suit. But…
He’s arrogant and infuriating. He refuses to listen to me when I insist I didn’t con his mother. He thinks he can bully me, buy me off, control me, even seduce me.
Henry may have the women of Manhattan eating out of the palm of his hand, but I'm so over entitled rich guys who think they own the world.
No way will his wicked smile be charming ME out of my panties.
His wicked...devastating...impossible-to-resist smile.
Oh well, who needs panties anyway? ****************A sexy enemies-to-lovers romantic comedy standalone!
*Formerly entitled Most Eligible Bastard*
It’s nice when you pick up a freebie, months later cruise through your Kobo and find a cute cover with a cute guy in a suit and think “this looks fun,” and then lo and behold, it is fun…
Honestly, I really had low expectations of Most Eligible Billionaire. What I expected was a bunch of fluff. And it was fluff, but it wasn’t just fluff either. The characters dealt with some real issues, from Vicky’s prior incident in her youth (whoa, left field, I was surprised too), to both of them having mom issues that *takes a deep breath* didn’t define them, but did create real, relatable tension. Henry is an architect who designs beautiful buildings, who yeah, is also a CEO—and put that behind you cause that doesn’t happen at multi-billion dollar multinational corporations. Vicky is a funky jewelry seller and designer, just getting by and taking care of her sister due to aforementioned mommy issues. What brings them together?
The plot is utter nonsense. If you get hung up on plausibility as a reader, skip right on by (and if plausibility is your jam, the odds of having a hot young billionaire are pretty much zero as far as I can tell so you probably would’ve already skipped right on by already). The characters, however, are not nonsense. Both Vicky and Henry have a good amount of consistent characterization, and feel real, with well-drawn tension between them—both of the sexual and of the conflict variety. What results from this mix of tension and characters is a super enjoyable, cozy blanket of a read that had some tender and some laugh out loud moments. I feel like if these two belonged to a house in Harry Potter, it’d be Hufflepuff.
And my competence porn shelf is born. I always knew I liked competence in my characters but it is fun to have a (nearly direct) quote from a book birth it. I shouldn’t neglect to mention that in addition to cute and adorable this book was also really hot. I feel like as a regular romance reader, it bears a call-out that Martin can write some nice and dirty sex scenes that didn’t feel rote to help us through our day. 3.5 rounded up for the heat, because I’m cold and I needed that.
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About Annika Martin
I love panty-melting books, taking pictures of my cats, 90’s grunge music, saving animals, long baths and See’s chocolate suckers.
I also enjoy hanging out in Minneapolis coffee shops with my awesome writer husband.
I’ve worked a surprisingly large number of waitressing jobs, and have also worked in a plastics factory and the advertising trenches.
My garden is total bee-friendly madness. I also write as RITA-Award-winning Carolyn Crane.
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