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Perfect (mis)Match by Leslie North (Manhattan Bossholes #1)
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i'm interested...us or uk code is fine...thanks!
I’d love a chance. Thanks. US code please
I am interested. Thanks!
I would love a UK code, pleaseThanks for the chance
Just when I’m looking for a new Audible book to listen too. I like the vibe of this one
Please include me and thank you very much!
This book sounds like fun! I would love to participate!
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US
1. Tina #4
2. Alyana #2
3. Jaimee #10
UK
1. ☘KathyD☘ #3
2. Debbie #6
Congratulations everyone!
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Leslie has three (3) additional codes for those located in the UK. If you’re eligible for that code, please indicate so!
We will close the giveaway on May 16 at 12:00 midnight EST. Winners will be randomly selected and Leslie will contact you by private message to provide the code. If your profile is set to private, you must change your settings to allow private messaging in order to be selected.
We encourage all winners to post a review here on Goodreads after you've finished listening to the book.
Good luck!
Description
I’m not one for holding grudges.
But when Vincent Forde, billionaire perfume tycoon, crashes his shiny overpriced car into mine?
Yeah, I’m holding that grudge.
His flashy car, tailored suit, and brooding glare—everything about him screams entitled bosshole.
And then he acts like it’s my fault!
Seriously, who does this arrogant, sculpted devil think he is?
He covers the damages—but with a request that has me fuming—and I figure that’s the last I’ll ever see of Mr. Rich and Ridiculous.
Except, of course, it’s not.
Guess who struts into my stepbrother’s engagement party like he owns the place?
Yeah, it’s Mr. I’m-Too-Sexy-To-Drive-Properly, lounging by the bar like he’s posing for GQ.
I think I hate him.
Only now, there’s something he wants from me.
There’s a rare perfume ingredient he desperately needs.
And Lord of the Scowl is willing to pay me ridiculous money to help get it.
Oh and he also wants me to pretend to be his girlfriend.
As if there’s anything remotely boyfriend-material about him.
This is a recipe for chaos. A perfect (mis)match.
We’re like a car crash in slow motion. Sure, he revs up emotions I’d rather keep in neutral, but I’m not getting pulled in by that confident grin or those striking cheekbones.
Except... the more we pretend, the harder it is to remember it’s all fake.
And I’m starting to wonder if I’m the only one wishing it was real.