Romantic Comedy

Perfectly Imperfect

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More than just a romantic comedy, "Perfectly Imperfect" is the sprinkled donut in a big old box of regular glazed donuts of rom com fiction.

Synopsis

What happens when Miss Perfection clashes with Mr. Casual?
Chaos!

Georgina's in trouble. The startup money she borrowed from her parents' retirement fund is long gone and her dream of owning the next big thing in market-to-table cuisine disappeared with it.
Her only choice? Merge her company into the corporate giant, CLO, and hope she isn't making a huge mistake.

Rhys Turner is his father's progeny, born and raised to take over the empire when his dad deems him ready. Rhys doesn't mind the fast-paced lifestyle, though he detests the coldblooded mantra of the corporation- Buy from the weak and sell at a profit.
It's made his family millions. But now, just when CLO's reins are within reach, he's run into the one woman who could change everything.

Perfectly Imperfect by Jacquie Biggar is what every reader needs right now – full of fun, full of love, full of honesty and full of OH MY! This book would be a great break in the monotony of the latest bestsellers – full of drama, seriousness and more drama – for a book club, or any group of friends in their mid-20s (and up) to read.


Anyone, male or female, who has been on the dating scene has been where Georgina and Rhys, Biggar’s main characters, are in their lives right now. She is uptight and tries to be superwoman, and he, well, he is everything she is not. And thanks to Biggar’s seemingly effortless skill as a storyteller, they discover that being opposite might be just what the proverbial doctor ordered for them.


Georgina needs help. So, her business comes under the umbrella of Rhys’ dad’s company – a bigger corporation. She sees Rhys as reckless; he sees Georgina as uppity. Until… Isn’t there always an ‘until?’ And Biggar does the ‘until’ moment well, and turns this into her own, unique tale with the use of the first person narrative.


I noticed some – not a lot – but some resemblance to my favorite movie, ‘You’ve Got Mail.’ You know the story - Kathleen Kelly, played by Meg Ryan, and Joe Fox, played by Tom Hanks, are total polar opposites, forced together thanks to business, and they end up in happily ever after. Best story ever thanks to the comedic timing of the tale brought to life by Hanks and Ryan. Biggar does that with her two characters – expertly putting each piece of the tale in just the right order to make the reader love it, and want more.


Georgina and Rhys sitting in a tree … k-i-s-s-i-n-g … I am calling for a sequel.

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Synopsis

What happens when Miss Perfection clashes with Mr. Casual?
Chaos!

Georgina's in trouble. The startup money she borrowed from her parents' retirement fund is long gone and her dream of owning the next big thing in market-to-table cuisine disappeared with it.
Her only choice? Merge her company into the corporate giant, CLO, and hope she isn't making a huge mistake.

Rhys Turner is his father's progeny, born and raised to take over the empire when his dad deems him ready. Rhys doesn't mind the fast-paced lifestyle, though he detests the coldblooded mantra of the corporation- Buy from the weak and sell at a profit.
It's made his family millions. But now, just when CLO's reins are within reach, he's run into the one woman who could change everything.

Georgina


 

 

 


I hurry down the sidewalk, juggling three coffee cups. My umbrella insists on dancing with the cold north wind, doing little to keep me dry and a lot toward spilling the hot liquid all over my hand.

Mondays, ugh.

At least the rain cleared sidewalks from the normally bustling Seattle pedestrian traffic. Small mercies. Technically, it isn’t my fault I’m late. My faithful twenty-year-old Honda decided today would be a good day not to start, and then I missed the transit bus that would have brought me straight downtown. I’ve ended up with an extra forty-five minutes tacked onto my morning commute, and the new CEO of Bloomin’ Right is paying us a ‘surprise’ visit this week. I’d worked overtime all weekend to prepare. It made this morning’s debacle even more frustrating.

Dodging a puddle, I reach for the tinted glass door at the same time as a male hand grasps the handle. Startled, I step back, banging into a solid chest. I swing around to apologize, and inadvertently catch my umbrella in the stranger’s dark hair.

“Oh, no, I’m so sorry.” I jerk the offending thing away from his head. The wind picks this moment to kick up and almost wrenches the blasted umbrella out of my grasp before I manage to wrangle it under control, the tray of coffees leaning precariously close to disaster.

Embarrassed, I glance at the rumpled man holding the door for me and attempt a friendly smile. “What are the chances two strangers would reach for a door handle at the same time like that?”

He stills from trying, unsuccessfully, to tame his rain-darkened hair and raises a brow. “I have to admit I’ve never been attacked by a deranged umbrella before,” he agrees mildly.

He’s tall, like really tall. I’m five-seven without my heels, and he towers over me. Even though the city is experiencing a cooler than normal spring, his skin is tanned a deep mocha brown, highlighting the most stunning blue eyes I’ve ever seen.

“You’re staring,” He takes the coffee tray out of my lax fingers so I can close my stupid umbrella. “Bad luck to take an open umbrella inside.”

I flush, cursing the tricky mechanism. “Thanks. I’m not usually so…”

“Klutzy?” he supplies.

I shoot him a glare. “Disorganized.”

The cloth snaps closed, showering us with cold droplets of rain that stain my white dress pants. I stare at the dark splotches and sigh. “I knew I should have called in sick today.”

Mr. Sarcasm take a swift step away and holds the coffee tray out from his body. “Are you?”

The dismayed look on his face almost cheers me up, except there is literally—I glance up at the looming gray sky—a dark cloud hanging over my head today, of all days.

“No, I just wish I was,” I mutter, entering the foyer and holding out my hand for the coffee. “I can take those now, thank you. My new boss is coming to check up on our department this week and we’ve heard he’s a real hard nose. I guess it has me more nervous than I thought.” I press the elevator button and is relieved when the doors slide open almost immediately. “Well,” I murmured, stepping inside and jamming a finger for the tenth floor. “It was nice to meet you. Thanks for your help.” I gave him a winning smile and mentally urged the doors to close.

Ding.

The second set of elevator doors open, and a group of young, stylish-looking women step out laughing and chatting. Mr. Sarcasm glances their way and I let my eyes slide closed on a relieved sigh. No one else is getting on with me, so I’d have a minute to regain some equilibrium before reaching my floor.

The compartment lifts beneath my feet and I open my eyes—

“Claustrophobic, too?” Mr. Sarcasm says, leaning against the opposite wall, his head tipped to the side as though inspecting something strange.

“Shi… shoot. You scared me to death. It’s rude to sneak up on people, you know.” My heart is doing cartwheels in my chest.

“I wasn’t sneaking, as you so eloquently put it. If you paid more attention to your surroundings, you’d probably avoid a few of the catastrophes you cause.” He glances from my still damp slacks to his stained sneakers—which he teamed with what looks like an expensive navy-blue suit and powder blue dress shirt. Who wears running shoes with a getup like that?

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh. No.

My stomach rolls with a sudden queasiness. I’d heard through the grapevine that our new CEO was a bit on the eccentric side, and I’d painted a picture of a grandfatherly man with a penchant for exotic pets. Something tells me I’m wrong.

So wrong.

I clear my throat. “Can I umm, press the button for your floor?” Since I’m practically guarding the control panel. Please don’t let it be…

“The tenth—thanks,” he says grudgingly.

Yep. I’ve just introduced myself to my new boss.

About the author

Jacquie Biggar is a USA Today bestselling author of romance who loves to write about tough, alpha males and strong, contemporary women willing to show their men that true power comes from love. She lives on Vancouver Island with her husband and loves to hear from readers all over the world! view profile

Published on September 16, 2020

30000 words

Genre: Romantic Comedy

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