Title: Brooklynaire (Brooklyn #1)
Author: Sarina Bowen
My Rating: 🌟🌟🌟🌟
Genre: Contemporary Fiction Romance, Office Romance
Primary Characters: Rebecca & Nate
Narration: Dual POV
I didn’t realize it was part of Brooklyn bruiser’s series until I finished reading this. You don’t have to read other books in series as it’s a standalone. I picked this up as I was in mood for some Office Romance subgenre. This even has a backdrop of friends to lover’s romances. I loved this book as the characters felt realistic.
This is Nate and Becca’s story. Nate’s a tech billionaire and owner of the Brooklyn Bruisers NFL team. Becca was his assistant for many years from when his company was just a start up and now she helps him run the Bruiser team. Rebecca seems oblivious to Nate’s attraction. Rebecca thinks they are just friends. Even though she’s attracted to Nate, she thinks he is off limits to her and never act on it. When Becca injures her head on the ice, Nate steps in to help take care of her.
Tables turn when Nate simply can’t hold back anymore with his attraction and plans to act on it. It might ruin their long-standing friendship and complicate their work relationship, too. The transition from employee to friends and then to lovers was seamless.
I liked the way they bantered and their love for palindrome. I’m in love with Bingley. Wish I had a AI Like that. Writing style and narration was good. Characters and instances in book felt so realistic. Loved all those secondary characters.
Overall, this is a great boss/employee story. Full of just the right amount of everything. I found this love story appealing and recommend to those who are into office AND sports romances. It’s a very enjoyable, solid, sweet read.
Blurb as per good reads
You’d think a billion dollars, a professional hockey team and a six-bedroom mansion on the Promenade would satisfy a guy. You’d be wrong. For seven years Rebecca has brightened my office with her wit and her smile. She manages both my hockey team and my sanity. I don’t know when I started waking in the night, craving her. All I know is that one whiff of her perfume ruins my concentration. And her laugh makes me hard.
When Rebecca gets hurt, I step in to help. It’s what friends do. But what friends don’t do is rip off each others’ clothes for a single, wild night together.
Now she’s avoiding me. She says we’re too different, and it can never happen again. So why can’t we keep our hands off each other?