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Starr Media Second-Assistant Survival Guide
1. Don't call your hot boss the antichrist to his face.
2. Don't stare at hot boss's, um, package or his full sleeve of tattoos. (No. Really. Stop!)
3. Don't get on the malicious first assistant's bad side.
4. Don't forget to memorize the 300-page employee manual.
5. If you value your cashmere, steer clear of boss’s dog.
6. Boss’s dimples are lust-inducing. Do. Not. Give. In.
7. “The elevator ate your clothes” is not a valid excuse for showing up to important meetings half dressed.
8. Don't break seven of the rules within the first week of employment if you, ya know, are in dire need of money to support your sick mom.
9. Whatever you do, don’t fall for the boss. See rule eight about sick mom.
10. Never forget the rules.
292 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 9, 2016
“Some rules are meant to be broken.”


“Brogan Starr broke hearts... and with those delicious forearms, quite possibly beds-not that I'd be finding out”


Honestly, I’d climb him like a f*ing mountaineer if given the chance, employee manual or not.”
The nice guys were the real danger, because something told me Brogan wouldn’t be someone I could recover from quickly, if and when this ended.”


“He smiled and pointed to the dog. “Lainey, this is Bruce. Bruce, Lainey.”
I’d never been introduced to a dog before, so I wasn’t quite clear on the protocol. Shake a paw? Pat on the head? Doggie etiquette shouldn’t be this damn confusing. This would be one of those instances where a special rule in the employee manual might actually prove helpful.
Rule 652: When meeting the boss’s dog, hop on one leg and transition into a twerk, followed by a flourish of jazz hands. Allowing a polite butt-sniff is also acceptable.
“Nice to meet you, Bruce.”
“Flirting with Brogan was like a good latte or bowl of ice cream— utterly satisfying, but with zero calorie guilt.”
“You smell like bean dip and bad decisions.”
There came a time in someone’s life when they had an opportunity to take some variation of a personality test. Between fashion magazines and Buzzfeed quizzes that asked me which Harry Potter character I’d be (Ginny, obviously) this was a monthly occurrence. And in each one, they’d have a question that went a little something like this: Your enemy gets his ass handed to him, how do you feel?
A) Jazz hands it up, yo
B) I have the emotional stance of Switzerland on this topic
C) Aww, I have the sudden urge to console them
While I’d always circled C (did anyone ever fully tell the truth on those things? I mean, seriously), right now I was breaking out the inner spirit fingers, dancing the “Cell Block Tango,” because really, he had it coming.
Brogan smiled and focused his attention to me, grabbing the back of my neck and placing kisses along the bridge of my nose, my cheeks, the line of my jaw.“I love your freckles.”
He continued down the curve of my neck. “And the way you look at me when you think no one is watching.” His fingertips scorched a path along my spine. “Wanting you isn’t even a strong enough word. I need you.”
"Brogan was a nice guy (normally an excellent thing). A lot of girls underestimated the effect of a nice guy. Sure, bad boys were appealing—who didn’t like a dangerous guy that would promise nothing but sin and heartbreak on the back of their Harley? But a nice guy, that was dangerous. Those were the guys that you’d want to bring home to mom. The type to bring you breakfast in bed and pick up tampons from the supermarket on his way home from work because you’re busy stuffing your face with ice cream and crying over the unfairness of Rose losing Jack in Titanic (there was totally room on that piece of driftwood for the both of them). Yes, the nice guys were the real danger, because something told me Brogan wouldn’t be someone I could recover from quickly, if and when this ended."
"I did this to him. The rule-maker broke all his rules for me. And that meant everything."
"I like when you break your rules,” I said, breathless.
His gaze softened, and the tenderness in his eyes made my heart pound heavily against my ribcage. “I’d break every last one for you,” he said. “I never knew what I was missing until the day we met.”

Being this close to you makes me forget why I wrote the rules in the first place.



“Lainey, when it comes to you, I’m breaking all my own rules.”
“You make me want to do all these things I’ve told myself I can’t have. It’s fucking scary.”




