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366 pages, ebook
First published May 1, 2017
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Sigh. Where to begin?
Bombshell had much potential; however, the premise of an ordinary girl falling for her "movie heartthrob" of a boss has been done before and with much better results, imo.
*sips tea, puts on glasses*
Here we go
Cara Dumont, the nanny.
Brad Sinclair, the boss
Nicole, the daughter.
To summarize, when Brad- unexpectedly- discovers he has a five-year-old daughter, he hightails it to West Side Nannies which is how he met Cara. Seeing as how Nicole had been crying incessantly, Brad is shocked and pleased when Cara magically convinces the little girl to stop the tears, thereafter, he wanted no other nanny but her.
Here's the thing: This initial meeting smacks of some serious providential intervention, aka Deus Ex Machina. It just seemed so contrived, done- presumably- to manipulate a scenario for the two characters to meet.
Think about it. Why would Brad, who is a mega movie star, come to WSN instead of them going to him? Can you at least see why this "serendipity" aggravates?
Moving on.
Brad. One word. Simple. He was patently one dimensional and a personification of every movie star cliche. Yawn.
Cara. Two words. Utterly forgettable. Not only that, but she also came off as standoffish, unemotional and boring
Nicole Three words. Abso-frigging-adorable. She's the reason this book did not end up as a big fat DNF.
Let's talk about the lurve which was underwhelming and impalpable (IMO); additionally, I couldn't quite shake the thought that proximity influenced their lust for each other.
All of the above aside, my biggest problem with the book was the writing style with staccato and choppy sentences, as if writing a compound sentence goes against Reiss' beliefs. As if conjunctions and subordinations cost money. As if writing a sentence with more than 10 words is a feat.
Overall, Bombshell could have been an entertaining read had the characters had more depth; also, a little bit of humor wouldn't have hurt.
p.s. To read an engaging plot and character driven story about a movie star and an ordinary heroine, try Hollywood Dirt by Alessandra Torre.
“I don’t know if you know this, Miss, but I don’t take no for an answer. That one in the bathroom is the one I want. She’s the only one who’s been able to stop that little girl from crying since she landed in my hands a week ago.”
She made me comfortable, which was uncomfortable. She had a soft, seductive voice that never tried to seduce me. Around her, I wanted to make a go of the daddy thing.
He was likeable for a hundred reasons he got paid good money for. But there was more to him. He was genuine. He listened. He was open to change yet stalwart in his beliefs. He spent his money on things that pleased him or minimized inconvenience, not status objects. He never pretended to be more than he was but didn’t suffer from insecurity or false humility. He was who he was. Utterly and authentically.
"You turned this bombshell from six years ago into a family. You’re a magician. Do you know? I wasn’t ready for that little girl, and now I am. I can still be me and have a family."
“I love you, and I’m always here for you. Please always remember that.”
She put her hands on my cheeks. “Okay,” she whispered close to my face. She poked the inner corner of my eye. “Why are you crying?”
“I’m afraid you’ll forget.”
“I won’t.” She put her fingertips to my lips then twisted them. “I’ll take it, lock it.” Her fingertips went to the breast pocket that wasn’t there. “Put it in my pocket.”
I laid my hand over the place where she’d put my love. “Keep it forever.”
“I will. It’s pink. I don’t throw away pink things.”
BOMBSHELL was an adorable, sexy, serious and very interesting take on the Hollywood-Dad-falls-for-Nanny romance! Run to your nearest amazon for your own Brad! This one is MINE! Even though I keep imagining Brad Pitt when I hear his name - ewwwww☺☺☺
He was the hurricane and the eye of it. A constellation of angles and planes that curled around the world and complemented it.
This guy could ruin me. He had all the tools to do it. He was gorgeous and laid-back. He listened when I spoke and had a daughter who was just about perfect.
I wanted to fuck her blind. Fuck her open. The dick told me to go into the shower and take her. The dick hadn’t been refused in years. The dick got what it wanted and right then it wanted Cara DuMont so bad I thought the blood rushing to it would break it.
You’re going to make me crazy about you,” he said.
“I have that effect on people.”