Wednesday, July 15, 2015

BOSS RELEASE DAY REVIEW:


HELLO THERE FRIENDS, IT IS FINALLY HERE! RELEASE DAY OF BOSS BY ASHLEY JOHN! I KNOW YOU HAVE BEEN BITING YOUR NAILS FOR THIS ONE JUST LIKE I HAVE, WELL BITE NO MORE, IT'S HERE! I HAVE MY REVIEW, LINKS, AND EVEN AN EXCERPT FOR YA, SO LET'S GET STARTED:





BOY IS THIS QUOTE PERFECT FOR JOSHUA! HERE IS MY REVIEW:


                                                      Boss by: Ashley John     
                                                              reviewed by: Becky              


After years of travelling the world using his trust fund, college-dropout Joshua Silverton returns to London to discover two shocking truths; his estranged and wealthy father has been dead for over a year and he left his fortune to a total stranger. Joshua soon meets the man who stole his inheritance and even though he expects to hate Ezra Steele, he can’t ignore the strange attraction he suddenly feels towards him.

Bill Silverton saved Ezra Steele from his troubled past when he signed Silverton Tower over to him on his deathbed. Ezra now has the house, the business, the cars, the money and a different man in his bed every night. It’s a life he wants to cling to, so when Bill’s gorgeous son unexpectedly turns up and demands he hand everything back, his life is turned upside down in more ways than one.

A need to finally prove himself to his dead father forces Joshua to challenge Ezra but will he be able to ignore the attraction in order to be ruthless? Ezra tries to keep his enemies close by getting Joshua into his bed but as history catches up with him, he is forced to face himself. They are both running from their past, so in a battle between head and heart, Joshua and Ezra must choose what is more important – money or each other.





Ok, I have to start this review by saying this is the best book I have read this year! You have no idea of the epicness (if that isn't a word, it is now ;p) you are about to read, Ashley John outdid himself on this one!

Joshua had a falling out with his dad years ago, and has been travelling around the word living on his trust fund ever since. When he goes home for his cousin's wedding he finds out that his father has been dead over a year and he never knew it. He also finds out his very wealthy father gave everything away, to someone other than his only son!

Ezra was given Bill Silverton's legacy which may have saved him. Ezra has a terrible tragedy in his past that eats him up inside, so he guards his heart and just takes men to his bed, lots of men! When he sees Joshua, he has no accounting for the feelings that course through his body, this guy could be different, if he wasn't trying to get his father's money back from Ezra.

Follow these two as they dance around attraction and feelings they want to deny, all while they each deal with a past that has monsters in the closet that need to be dealt with. Will Joshua let getting his dad's money back ruin his relationship with the one person who could possibly make him stay in one place?

Like I said friends, best book of the year for me, and I am sure it will be for you too! Grab Boss today, and fall into the world of Joshua and Ezra, let me assure you, you will not want to leave! Thanks  Ashley for putting your heart and soul into this book and making sheer magic!


                                            

                                                   the 5 sour apple shot rating ;)

I DID THIS RATING IN HONOR OF A DRINK JOSHUA DRANK WAAAAYYY TO MUCH OF! HERE ARE THE LINKS:

GOODREADS LINK

AMAZON US LINK

AMAZON UK LINK
NOW FOR AN EXCERPT: I KNOW YOU GUYS ARE DYING FOR ONE:



 The sound of a toilet flushing made him glance through the mirror to notice that one of the stalls had a closed door. When the door slowly opened and the blonde walked out, his heart jumped painfully into his mouth. The stranger didn’t notice him at first but their eyes quickly joined in the mirror. Ezra couldn’t conceal his smirk as the blonde rolled his eyes moodily.
“You again,” he joined him at the sinks.
“Aren’t you pleased to see me?” Ezra smiled through the mirror.
He couldn’t explain why he wanted to talk to the guy so much. He seemed dismissive and he clearly thought he was too good for Ezra. He was treating Ezra with the same distaste he used on guys but he didn’t like it when the shoe was on the other foot.
The man washed his hands quickly, trying to avoid eye contact. Ezra could tell curiosity was taking over. He started to wash his own hands, ignoring that he’d only just done it.
“Did you follow me in here?” the blonde asked.
“You wish.”
I wasn’t that clever.
“Liar,” a drunken smile flickered across the man’s lips.
“Are you going to tell me your name?”
He studied him in the mirror and he looked even more stunning under the harsh strip lighting. His hair was ratty and light, tucked behind both of his pierced ears, each cluttered with studs and rings. It looked like it hadn’t had a comb or scissors near it in years but it looked strangely perfect. His face was tanned, as if he’d just been on a long tropical holiday, which only confirmed Ezra’s suspicions that the boy had money. Only a rich boy would dress like that and somehow pull it off.
He was the opposite of what Ezra found attractive but that didn’t stop his cock twitching against the marble counter.
“Why do you want to know my name?”
“Because I do?”
“Why?”
“Do you always ask so many questions?”
“Do you?” he reached over Ezra and grabbed a couple of paper towels from the stand, his shoulder brushing against Ezra’s chest.
He smelt unwashed and yet that was somehow inviting.
“Yeah, I do,” Ezra shrugged, “name?”
He rubbed his hands against the blue paper towels, as if considering if he should let Ezra in.
“Why should I tell you?” he shrugged, tossing the towels into the sink.
“I’m interested.”
“But why?”
Did this kid question everything? The tiny lines around his eyes told Ezra that they were probably the same age, both in their mid-twenties, but he had the attitude of a teenager. Ezra was usually cool and collected but he found himself matching that attitude.
“Just tell me your name!” Ezra laughed.
“Or what?”
Their eyes met again in the mirror, staring each other out, neither blinking. Ezra wanted to jump into his crystal blue eyes and lose himself. He never usually noticed a guy’s eyes but it was impossible not to notice them.
With his hands still in the water, Ezra pulled them out of the sink to gently splash his fingers in the stranger’s face.
“Or else, I drench you.”
Joshua screwed up his eyes, wiping the water away from his face. He looked like he could either burst into laughter, or punch Ezra square in the face. Ezra wouldn’t have minded either way. Biting his dry lips with his straight, white teeth, he looked like he was about to laugh or swear.
“You’re so childish!” he laughed heavily, wiping his wet hands down the front of his vest.
There was a glint in his drunken eyes that he found it funny.
“You’re the childish one,” Ezra shot back.
“Am I?” the blonde stranger reached out and turned his tap on, cupping his hand under the water flow.
He tossed it at Ezra and it hit him in the face. Closing his eyes, he felt the ice-cold water drip down his skin, onto his suit. His instincts were telling him to clench his fists but he was happy he was playing along.
“You’re going to regret that,” Ezra smiled sweetly at the blonde's reflection in the mirror.
“I am?” he reached out again, cupping both hands this time, not taking his eyes away from Ezra’s.
Even more water hit Ezra in the face but this time, a wild, childlike smile filled the stranger’s lips, lighting up his entire face. It was infectious and beautiful. Ezra mirrored the grin.
“Oh, you bastard,” Ezra mumbled, “it’s on.”
He twisted the tap and he started to splash the water directly from the mouth, straight in his opponent’s direction. The stranger copied and it wasn’t long before they were both soaked, standing in puddles of their own creation. Ezra didn’t care. He didn’t care that he’d soaked his £1.000 tailored suit, or that his hair was now hanging below his brows. He’d forgotten all about getting the stranger into his bed, instead letting the laughter intoxicate him.
“Had enough?” Ezra called, throwing another handful of water.
“Nope,” he cried.
They continued fighting, like boys half their age, sending water jumping all over the bar bathroom. Ezra could almost imagine the faces of the men in the boardroom at work. Would they ever have thought their boss would be in a bar toilet, having a water fight with a stranger? Graham would have a field day if he could see me.
“Okay, okay,” Ezra turned off the tap, “truce?”
He held out his hand again but this time, the stranger accepted it. His grip was firm and strong and his skin was slightly dry, despite the water. Their eyes connected and Ezra could feel his heartbeat linking with the beautiful man’s in front of him. Their eyes and hands lingered, as if neither of them wanted to break the contact.
Taking his chance, Ezra tightened his grip and yanked the stranger forwards. He was tall, almost matching Ezra in height, perhaps the same height if he wasn’t wearing his Italian shoes. He bundled forwards, their chests crashing together. Ezra didn’t let go of his hand. The look of surprise and confusion in the stranger’s eyes made Ezra’s stomach flutter but he didn’t pull away. They were so close, within kissing distance. He wanted nothing more than to lean in and take him but he stopped himself.
“Are you going to tell me your name?”
“Joshua,” he said without a second thought.
“Joshua,” Ezra nodded.
Somehow, he looked like a Joshua. He could feel Joshua’s chest rising and falling, as the hot, alcohol breath escaped his mouth in hurry. What would he taste like? Champagne and hormones?
Reluctantly, Ezra loosened his grip on Joshua’s hand and as if the spell had been broken, he stepped back and blinked heavily, rubbing the space between his eyes.
“Man, I feel so wasted.”
Carefully, he leaned against the soaking counter, dropping his head heavily. Ezra could tell he was putting some of it on, as if to excuse their momentary closeness. They were probably only within kissing distance for ten seconds, maybe fifteen but it felt like an eternity and then some. Ezra didn’t know how he’d managed to show the restraint to not lean in and explore his mouth but somehow he did.
“Me too,” Ezra lied.
He’d only had a couple of glasses of champagne and his liver was stronger than that.
“I better go,” Joshua ruffled his damp hair, pulling it out from behind his ears, letting it hang over his face, “I’m soaked.”
He glanced to Ezra from under his hair, but he couldn’t hold the gaze, as if he knew he’d gone further than he’d expected. Nodding to Ezra, after a moment’s hesitation, he started to walk forwards, making sure to step wide around him.
“Wait,” he called out, reaching out and grabbing the top of Joshua’s arm.
“What?” he glanced over his shoulder, his diamond eyes piercing through the loose strands of wet hair.
One side was tucked behind his left ear, the piercings glittering in the light, the other hung loosely over his gorgeous face. His back was slightly concaved, making the wet vest cling to his stomach, revealing a faint six-pack on his slim frame.
“Why were you drinking alone?”
He didn’t know why he wanted to ask that but he suddenly needed to know.
“I got some bad news today,” he said, “and some good news.”
He didn’t sound particularly happy about either but he didn’t sound sad either. He sounded detached, something Ezra knew all too well.
“It sounds like you need a distraction,” Ezra nodded, “because I know I do.”




THANKS SO MUCH FOR JOINING ME FOR MY RELEASE DAY REVIEW OF BOSS! DON'T FORGET MY CHAT WITH ASHLEY TOMORROW NIGHT, IT HAS BECOME A SORT OF A TRADITION WITH US!



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