![]() ![]() Thank goodness I ignored my skepticism, because I am now a card carrying member of the cult of Max Monroe. No one knows who he or she is – we only know Max is a team of two successful romance authors. ![]() (Is that his hand down his pants?) I thought the overwhelmingly positive reviews might be manufactured and the product of the brilliant marketing tactic of the mysterious Max Monroe. I had read the internet hoopla in romancelandia about Tapping – the first book in the series – but the cover and title lean towards the cheesy. I am late to the Max Monroe and Billionaire Bad Boy series party. ![]() ![]() I conceded and shacked up with the cat downstairs to uninhibitedly enjoy Tapping the Billionaire, and it is hilarious, a great abdominal workout and a kick-ass, heartfelt love story. This just caused the bed to faintly shake and the stink eye turned into the Stare of Death. I was too lazy to move and he didn’t appreciate my suggestion of earplugs therefore, I clenched my stomach muscles to silence my mirth. I honestly could not control my outbursts of giggling and cackling, and I literally LOLed until my husband gave me the stink eye and requested I leave the bedroom so he could go to sleep. I am NOT a demonstrative reader – until now. Huh? I cry silently, laugh internally and rarely even alter my stoic facial expression when I read. Until Max Monroe’s Tapping the Billionaire, I had never been asked to read elsewhere because my reading was disturbing someone. ![]()
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