The Assistant by Marni Mann
Release Date: May 21, 2019
The Assistant, a haunting new romantic thriller from USA Today bestselling author Marni Mann.
At forty-two, I’m married to my best friend, and we have two beautiful children.
Everything about my life is perfect until my father gets sick.
Before: I owned and operated a massively successful women’s shapewear company.
After: I stay home with my family because I’ve learned the importance of time.
Before: My husband could rely on me to take care of everything.
After: I hire him the perfect assistant.
My entire life can be summed up in before and afters, but something happens in the middle.
And it changes the course of everyone’s lives forever.
OMFG! My entire body is tingling. Not goosebumps, not pins and needles, just this weird tingle that is coursing through me since I read those final words. The Assistant is one of those reads that makes you feel like impending doom is all around you. You know it isn't. You look away from the page and you hear birds signing, your dog begging to go out, and cars around you but the minute you go back to your book/e-reader nothing exists but the written words coming to life in front of your very eyes.
The Assistant is a powerful, suspenseful story that will leave you reeling. I was on edge the entire time I read it. I just couldn't get my heart to calm down or my mind to stop racing. Even when something as minor as food preparations were happening, I found myself having internal freakouts. I know my reaction was BEYOND reasonable. I was too invested. And yet, I still feel my internal freak out was warranted.
Marni Mann baked a cake with a smile on her face. She's smiling while she presents it to us. She tells us it's our favorite. She has never asked our favorite. We don't actually know her personally but her smile is convincing, her words thoughtful and perfectly placed. She has you convinced that the cake (The Assistant) is necessary for all your future happiness. And we believe her with every part of our doubting hearts! That's what The Assistant does. You are wrapped up in every word Marni gives you smiling in your innocence. Taking in your new favorite flavor...
The Assistant cannot be summarized. It can't be given a few quips to help you understand. It is best to go in blind and know that tissues may be required (though I say that often and yes, I needed some!). Enjoy the unique and highly effective storytelling. I imagine it would be in your best interest to schedule a large block of time to read it because there is no putting this story down. I didn't stop to eat, drink, or use the bathroom. I was consumed by this book. Even as I finish typing this, I'm still tingling from the ending.
Talk about a game changer!
Reviewed for Sweet Spot Sisterhood
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I breathed through that thought and filled my nose with his scent. There was a constant rotation of different shampoos and soaps in our shower. No matter what he used or the cologne he added after, Emery always smelled like leaves during a spring rainstorm with a hint of spiciness like the cinnamon and nutmeg I’d shaken onto his coffee. After several deep inhales, I pulled my mouth away, observing how handsome he looked at his desk. He had on a pair of dark jeans and a plaid button-down with a navy sweater on top. And, even though I couldn’t see them, he had on argyle socks and dark brown leather shoes. I just knew my husband that well. Emery began to move his chair, swiveling it around to face me. When he stopped in front of me, I stepped between his legs, setting my coffee on his desk so that both of my hands were free. My palms went to his cheeks. I loved the way his whiskers felt on my skin. He kept his beard longer in the winter and trimmed much shorter in the summer. Winter was my favorite, and he had reminded me of one of the reasons after Alicia’s party when he rubbed it across my entire body. From the look on his face, I had a feeling he was thinking about the same thing. “We have the house all to ourselves today,” he said, confirming my suspicion. His hands slowly slid to the back of my thighs. “When was the last time I was able to do this”—he rubbed his nose across my navel, air from his lips bursting through my top—“on a weekday?” He continued to wrap around until his fingers were on my butt. His lips slowly parted, his eyes fiery with seduction. “I’m going to put you on top of those blueprints, and then I’m going to—” “You have an interview in fifteen minutes.” I put a finger on his lips. “But I want you to remember the thought you just had, and when the interview is over”—I leaned in a little closer—“I want you to put me on top of those blueprints and do to me whatever it was that you had planned.” He kissed the back of my finger, and it started to tremble. “You’re turning me on so much; I’m shaking,” I said, pulling my hand away at the same time the doorbell rang. “She’s early. I like that.” I slipped out of his grip and took several steps back. “I’ll go get her, and we’ll meet you in the dining room.” He nodded, and I walked out of his office, still feeling the tremors as I headed down the rest of the hallway.
Best-selling Author Marni Mann knew she was going to be a writer since middle school. While other girls her age were daydreaming about teenage pop stars, Mann was fantasizing about penning her first novel. She crafts sexy, titillating stories that weave together her love of darkness, mystery, passion, and human emotion. A New Englander at heart, she now lives in Sarasota, Florida with her husband and their two dogs who subsequently have been characters in her books. When she’s not nose deep in her laptop working on her next novel, she’s scouring for chocolate, sipping wine, traveling to new locations, and devouring fabulous books.
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