Review & Excerpt: The Billionaire’s Wake-up-call Girl by Annika Martin

Posted July 12th 2018 by The Faerie Queen in Blog Tours, Excerpts, Reviews / 0 Comments

Review & Excerpt: The Billionaire's Wake-up-call Girl by Annika Martin

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The Billionaire’s Wake-up-call Girl

Review & Excerpt: The Billionaire’s Wake-up-call Girl by Annika Martin
This book may be unsuitable for people under 17 years of age due to its use of sexual content, drug and alcohol use, and/or violence.
Author: Annika Martin
Release date: July 9th 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Pages: 336
Format: eBook
Source: Social Butterfly PR

I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.

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Star rating:
Heat rating: three-half-flames

When my manager assigns me the task of finding a new wake up call service for our CEO, I think, how hard can this be?

Answer: practically impossible. It turns out that no wake-up call company in the world will take him on as a client. They’ve all had enough of his surly personality.

So in an effort not to lose my job, I secretly start making the calls myself, every day at 4:30 am sharp. OMG yes you read that right—four freaking thirty in the morning.

Confession: I’m not the nicest wake-up-call girl at that hour. Hello! Who wakes up before the roosters are even crowing? Luckily he doesn’t seem to mind my get-your-ass-out-of-bed attitude.

Day by day we’re becoming closer, and the calls start turning hot, like pay-by-the-minute hot and oh-so-wild. Snuggled under the covers with the moonlight streaming in the windows, we divulge our secrets to each other, but the one thing that he can never find out is that the sexy vixen who wakes him up every morning is just the lowly assistant who wears frumpy dresses. I can only imagine his disappointment.

Now he wants to take me out on a date and he’s scouring Manhattan to find me. He’s an overachieving billionaire bent on a mission. How much longer can I keep up this charade?

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The Faerie Queen’s review

I read this whilst in a car with my boyfriend, driving down the winding roads of Ireland’s Wild Atlantic Way (aka the west coast). And boy, did I have fun!

This one is (obviously) for those of you who like your billionaire fantasies. In one corner, we’ve got scientist CEO Theo for a hero, consumed with efficiency and scientific breakthroughs, believing there’s no room for fun and personality in the workplace lest they decrease productivity. In the other corner, we have Lizzie, creative bakery owner turned social media coordinator, desperate for an income to help her recover from the financial blow that was dating a conman. Both are stubborn, and both have personal issues in their pasts.

My ultimate favourite parts of the book were Lizzie and Theo’s early morning conversations before he discovered her identity. They were sexy, bizarre at times, and laugh-out-loud funny. So funny! My boyfriend was so confused, and of course, when I tried to read things out loud to him with no context, he just got more confused. I was sad that the whole wake-up-call girl bit only lasted about half the book because it meant no more of these wicked, dirty conversations, though I understood they needed to end for the sake of the plot.

After that, things still remained hot, but the two started to emotionally connect, too. I loved how Theo started to open up more and make changes to his world so that promoted happiness, not just productivity. It was nice to see Lizzie’s influence on him show so clearly. And really, it was Lizzie that “saved” him in an emotional sense. She was so independent and driven and determined to hang on to her dreams. What started as a heated, physical affair became so much more when the two learned to trust each other, and finding that connection unlocked greater potential in their separate endeavours. That’s what makes a great relationship.

A special mention to any and all food-related conversations. I always love romantic cooking scenes in books (and on the screen), but what really stole the show was Lizzie’s whole novelty cookie business. If she opened a shop here in London, I’d definitely be regular!

Honestly, this book is a bit strange at a distance. But it works, and so, so well. I loved reading it, and I’ll be looking out for more Annika Martin going forward!

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Excerpt

I’ve never met the notorious Mr. Drummond, but evidence of his assholery is all around.

The employees here are fearful, as though they’re expecting to be fired at any moment, or maybe beheaded. The environment is sleek gray marble and steel, like an elegant and slightly futuristic prison. No outside decorations are allowed, not even in the deepest recesses of your cubicle.

Even the outside of the building is unforgiving—a mod gray concrete bunker with rectangular windows arranged in straight rows. A study in harsh geometry.

Mr. Drummond doesn’t like decorations, my manager Sasha told me once. Vossameer is about lifesaving solutions, not party streamers.

I’d brought a giant tub of home-baked frosted cookies to share my second day, and people nearly fell out of their chairs. It turns out we can’t bring treats to share. Ever.

This is a workplace, not a potluck, Sasha said.

I’ve gotten good at sensing the jerky DNA of Mr. Drummond’s statements, and I’m pretty sure that was one of them. Same with the party streamers comment. It’s something about the sheer jerkiness of it, and also, how Sasha changes her voice to sound breathless and intense.

Everyone here is obsessed with Mr. Drummond. They seem to regard him the way the ancients regarded the gods that controlled the weather and plagues. Angry and vengeful, yet glorious. Never to be spoken ill of.

Also, nobody talks about Mr. Drummond without using the word “amazing” at least once. Maybe that’s in the employee manual somewhere.

Sasha’s obsession goes way further—more into awestruck love territory.

She speaks his name like she’s whispering hallowed secrets to the Greek oracles atop Mount Olympus—Mr. Drummond this, Mr. Drummond that. Amazing Mr. Drummond.

“Mr. Drummond is not the most sociable person in the world,” Sasha breathlessly informed me the day I started. “He has extremely high standards—for himself and for his employees—but his amazing breakthroughs save lives every day. The work we do to support him makes that possible.” And then she’d looked me deeply in the eyes and said, This is the most important job you’ll ever have.

I’d just nodded while making a mental note to stay away from any brightly colored liquid.

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About Annika Martin

Annika Martin loves fun, dirty stories, hot heroes, and wild, dramatic everything. She enjoys hanging out in Minneapolis coffee shops with her writer husband, and also likes birdwatching at her bird feeder alongside her two stunningly photogenic cats, especially when she should be writing. She’s heavy into running, music, saving the planet, taking long baths, and consuming chocolate suckers. She’s worked a surprisingly large number of waitressing jobs, and has also worked in a plastics factory and the advertising trenches; her garden is total bee-friendly madness and her most unfavorite word is nosh or possibly fob. A NYT bestselling author, she has also written as RITA award-winning author Carolyn Crane.

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