Donovan Holloway, advertising executive, newly made vice president of the company where he's worked for twenty years, grew up in a free love hippie commune, taking care of the parents who should have been taking care of him. He's worked hard to put himself through school and achieve the American dream. All he's ever wanted was a normal family life—house in the suburbs, two cars, two kids, a shaggy dog. A family to come home to—to care for, and to care for him.
Mischa Blake is the green eyed, liberally-pierced, black-haired, Mohawk-wearing spoiled youngest son of a Hollywood producer and his actress wife. Mischa has made a terrible mistake. In a fit of childish pique, he's accepted a dare from his older brothers. The dare? Live on his own, supporting himself completely for a year without accessing his trust fund. No problem. Except Mischa has never worked a day in his life, hasn't finished college, and has absolutely no skills that he can bring to the table.
So when he sees Donovan's ad for a housekeeper/gardener, he has nothing to lose by applying, because really...how hard can it be?
Insta-Love. These two went from “I don’t know if he’s gay” to “We’re so in love!” faster than any romance novel I have ever read.
Now, I don’t mind insta-love. But this was a bit over the top. These two barely knew anything about one another and suddenly they were shouting out "I love yous."
I was really looking forward to this book based on the blurb – I love inter-office relationships (especially when one M.C. is the boss) and I love to see a man having to prove his worth! I wanted to see Mischa grow as a character, but that isn’t quite what happened.
It was cute to see Mischa struggle and learn how to "keep house," especially because Donovan was a bit of a mess.
Bottom Line: Not my cup-of-tea, but it had its moments.