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.
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The Rule Book
Rule Breakers Series
By Jennifer Blackwood, Candace Havens
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2016 Jennifer Blackwood
All rights reserved.
Starr Media Handbook Rule #37
The following words are strictly prohibited when posting on social media:
I stopped reading halfway down the list as my "I made it to my second day in my first big girl job" latte turned uneasily in my stomach. Why anyone would create a post using those words in the first place, well, it was beyond me. Definitely got the gist, though, and my client, Craig Willington, the supposed next George Straight (in about five years, give or take), would not be using moist to refer to his grandmother's cornbread, or anything else for that matter. A shudder rippled under my skin just from seeing the words moist and genitals next to each other on the page.
I slumped back in my ergonomic swivel chair that had most likely cost more than one-month's rent in the city, and rocked back and forth, fanning the two-inch-thick Starr Media Employee Manual with my thumb. I'd only held a few jobs in college, mostly at minimum wage retail establishments to pay for my one-click and shoe addiction, but never had I encountered such a detailed list of rules. Brogan Starr ran this company on a tighter leash than the Pentagon during a national security threat.
"Newbie. What's your status on the manual?" Jackson, the first assistant to Mr. Starr and overall grinch of a person, rounded the corner of my desk and leaned a manicured hand on the stack of paperwork towering over my sad-looking outbox bin.
"Almost done, only" — I glanced down at the manual — "forty more pages." It had taken me all of yesterday afternoon and this morning to get this far. At this rate, I'd be done by the end of the work day. I was itching to get past all the logistical first-week training so that I could start what I was hired to do — work with social media accounts.
Okay, so that would be more of a side job while I fetched coffee orders, made copies, and did everything else that came along with the job of Second Assistant, but there was an upside to my newly attained postgrad-school title. With an MBA and a focus on social media relations, I'd been given the opportunity to prove myself with a one-client caseload and eventually work my way up to marketing director. In a few years. If the stars aligned, and Venus was in retrograde.
"Let's take a quick tour. Before I go to lunch." His voice held all the enthusiasm of someone waiting in line at the DMV.
"Great. I can't wait to meet everyone. I thought maybe we could do lunch at Luigi's ..." I trailed off as I took in Jackson's expression.
His eyebrows morphed into two cartoon-like squiggles that clearly said, oh honey, not happening. "First off, we will not 'do lunch' together. Ever. Second" — he tapped my Starr Media Employee Manual — "you must not have gotten to rule 738."
Someone check the thermostat, because it just got chilly in here. I decided the safe thing to do was to ignore his jab and instead asked, "You know all the rules by heart?"
"Just that one in particular. The Antichrist really outdid himself with that one." Jackson sneered. In the past day and a half, he'd referred to our boss as "the Antichrist" more often than his actual surname. Said something about how it was the office nickname.
Things I'd learned about Brogan Starr based off of my two-minute Wiki research (aka stalking) a few days before I started:
1. He was the youngest CEO to start a Fortune 500 company
2. He grew up in Bellevue, Washington
3. He finished top of his class at MIT at the age of 20
4. He had a very nice chin — pretty much the only feature visible in his profile picture with him wearing a Seahawks hat and Ray Bans.
I had yet to meet the Mr. Starr, who had been holed up in his office all of yesterday and today, so I'd form my own opinions on the aptness of the Antichrist moniker whenever he decided to make an appearance in broad daylight.
Confused at Jackson's mention of the rule, I flipped through the employee manual until I reached the number he'd rattled off.
Employees must not, under any circumstances, store fish or any food items with garlic in the company refrigerator. Employees will refrain from consuming garlic items during work hours.
I set the manual down and stared blankly at Jackson. Then back at the manual. Then back at Jackson, words unable to form in my state of duress.
Dear God. This man was a monster. Shudder-worthy words were one thing, but garlic? Images of delicious breadsticks and savory pasta danced in my mind, taunting me. Guess that meant no afternoon jaunts to Luigi's. Their garlic pizza was the best in the city, but definitely not worth losing my job over.
Meeting Mr. Starr was no longer necessary to determine my fully formed opinion. The office nickname was well deserved.
Jackson tapped his foot in a hurried staccato rhythm and let out an exaggerated sigh. "I don't have all day. Do you want the tour or not?"
I shot up from my desk and grabbed a pen and paper to take notes. With the avalanche of information cascading in my direction these past two days, I needed to write down the important "don't do these or you get canned" CliffsNotes in the spiral I borrowed (okay, I totally stole it) from Zoey's room yesterday morning. "Yes."
A field trip around the office was much better than being stuck in this two-person isle of seclusion.
We walked past the main entrance and into the other portion of the office where the rest of the employees at Starr Media were stationed. Pristine white tile gleamed in the lighting, and the walls were painted a trendy steel gray, occasionally dotted with pictures of our most esteemed clients. Jackson picked up his pace to a power walk and rattled off explanations the same way a guide would on a Hollywood sightseeing tour — bored, informative, and over-rehearsed. Somehow, that was less than comforting, and "please don't let this be a revolving door position," and "crap, I need this job more than air" rolled around in my head.
He pointed to a small room on the left and didn't bother to stop. "Here is the copy room. We each have our own codes. If you lose yours, you're subjected to the wrath of Glinda. Don't piss her off."
I nodded and scribbled a quick "don't cross Glinda" into my notebook, adding a double underline to the note.
After passing a few more doors where Jackson mumbled descriptions under his breath, we reached the back half of the office, which contained fifteen or so cubicles with posh chairs, exposed brick walls, and cement flooring that gave it an industrial chic feel. A hum of fingers hitting keyboards, ringing phones, and low murmuring voices filled the space, a completely different vibe than my post in the stuffy entranceway. Action happened here — the dynamic of people creating and orchestrating ideas practically zapped like static electricity in the air. This was where I wanted to end up. This was the place to be.
The energy shifted as a few people glanced up from their paperwork, studied me for a few seconds, and then went back to what they were doing.
Jackson pointed to each desk, starting from the back and working his way to the window. "This is Amy, Fred, Patricia ..." the list went on, much faster than I could scrawl on my paper. The verdict was out on whether or not Jackson was doing this on purpose or if he normally talked like he was on triple fast forward.
As far as introductions went, this was what I would classify as a drive-by — fast, chaotic, and one that guaranteed zero chance of remembering anyone.
"Hi." I waved. A few grunts sounded from a couple of the cubicles toward the window, but everyone else kept their head down and continued working.
All right. A lively bunch. I clutched my notepad to my chest and pushed back the burning desire to sprint from the room and hide under my desk, popping Skittles and hoping they put me into a sugar coma.
College had made for an easy environment to meet like-minded people. I'd assumed that since we were all working for the same company, I'd hit it off right away because, hey, couldn't we all just band together and say "stick it" to the garlic-hating man? But it was becoming increasingly apparent I had to earn my way up the social ladder as well.
"Hurry up, newbie." Jackson was already in the hallway that led to our desks, and I hustled out of the bullpen to catch up to him. The power walk had turned into a half sprint just to keep up with him as we weaved our way to the front entrance.
As soon as we got back to our desks, he plopped down in his chair and began typing something on his computer. "When you're done with the manual, I need you to make a coffee run. Two pump vanilla latte with soy milk. Extra hot."
My head shot up. This could be it; I could finally have a chance to meet the mysterious Brogan Starr. "Is that Mr. Starr's drink?" Sounded like a drink for someone with a stick up their ass. Scratch that, ass was one of the pre-determined no-no words. Behind, then. Mr. Starr had a stick up his behind.
I swallowed back a smart-behind response. Grunt work was part of the whole working my way up the totem pole in the social media business, that was expected. Play the game, move up one peg at a time, and one day, I'd be able to share my own ideas for improving networking. Until then, I was Jackson's ... female dog.
See? Fast learner.
"No problem." I even managed to plaster a smile on my face, just to show how delighted I was to be here. Which wasn't too far from the mark, because nothing made me happier than a steady income fresh out of grad school, especially when I could put more toward Mom's medical bills and, okay, the occasional use of my one-click finger for online shopping.
Twenty pages later, I decided to take a break and get Jackson's coffee. I glanced his way as I walked toward the elevator, and caught myself before I could shake my head at his slouched figure. His feet were propped on his desk as he fiddled with something on his phone. Cell phone use during work hours was prohibited — as stated in rule forty-seven. But I guess that rule didn't apply to first assistants.
The elevator opened and Jackson shouted, "Soy milk. Extra hot or you're fired!" before the doors closed.
My job now rested in the hands of a barista and their ability to heat blast the shit out of Jackson's latte. Excellent.
I slumped against the metal bar at the rear of the elevator and rested my head against the wall. An upbeat eighties song droned over the intercom, and it reminded me of something Mom would lip sync to in the car. A sad smile wobbled at the corners of my mouth. It was pathetic how much I missed her — I mean, a twenty-four-year-old should be okay living a couple hundred miles from her mom. As it was, a whole month apart proved I was a total mama's girl, especially given her current condition. Before I could pull out my phone to give her a quick call, the elevator doors sprang open, and I hustled out the door to get Jackson's latte before I gave him any reason to fire me on my second day.
By nine thirty, I'd made it back to the building and learned that downtown really did have a Starbucks on every block. Being technologically savvy (or as my mom liked to say, "addicted"), my fingers itched to take a snapshot of downtown Seattle and post about my first week at Starr Media. I frowned, remembering the strict policy prohibiting posts about the company on personal social media. Pretty much, working at Starr Media was the equivalent of being part of Fight Club. Heavy emphasis on the first rule.
As I entered the elevator, I chanced a glance at the mirrored wall and cringed. The misty Seattle air upped the frizz factor of my curls, and my thick mass of hair was quickly transitioning from a "before" to an "after" shot in a Chia Pet commercial.
I blew a stray piece out of my face as I balanced the to-go container with Jackson's and my coffee and tapped my foot impatiently, waiting for my floor. For such a large building in the heart of downtown, the elevator moved at a banana slug pace, the digits of each floor flashing overhead as it ascended. When it finally got to the fortieth, I took a second to adjust my grip on the coffee container and my purse and made my way out. Both feet had just made it past the opening when the door zipped shut behind me, almost taking my purse in the process. I let out a yelp and stumbled forward, spilling a bit of coffee in the process. Holy mother of Moses, it was like I was in a giant arcade crane game. I straightened my jacket and adjusted the coffee cups, shaking off the incident. For an archaic elevator, it definitely made sure the door hit you on the way out.
Jackson looked up from his computer and smiled when he saw the coffee in my hands. "Looks like you just learned a lesson from old Betsey."
"Who's Betsey?" I handed him his drink.
"Our beloved elevator." There was a silent duh added on to the end of that. "And here's a hint: she only bites people who deserve it." He pursed his lips then took a pull from his soy-hope-he-choked-on-it latte.
I looked at the elevator again, my heart still beating frantically against my chest. "Good to know."
Why wasn't that in the manual? Rule #768: Do not stand in elevator more than two seconds after the doors open. You will get chomped.
Someone with so many rules should include something on the carnivorous elevator.
I cupped my own coffee in my hands and took a deep pull of my triple shot espresso.
"When do I get to meet Mr. Starr?" I stared at my desk, which only had a manila folder with Craig Willington's information, my large stack of liability papers to be signed, and the employee handbook. I'd imagined my first few days on the job to be chaotic, buried in paperwork (the exciting kind, not the signing-my-life-away kind), like I'd seen in all my favorite TV shows, but it was much more anticlimactic in real life. If my life were a hashtag right now, it'd be #whompwhomp.
If I were able to post about my job, that is.
"He's already in his office and doesn't want to be disturbed."
"Oh." I frowned. Meeting Mr. Starr was at the top of my to-do list. The faster we met, the sooner he'd see I was capable and give me a larger workload. Judging by the constant annoyed expression affixed to Jackson's face, he didn't seem too keen on the idea of me making it past this week, so I needed to get someone else on my side.
"Don't worry, Lacey, you'll meet him soon enough."
He waved his hand dismissively, and the fluorescent lights glinted off his manicured nails. "Whatever." And then he muttered something that sounded a lot like "not that I'll need to get to know your name, anyway."
Um, that was not comforting. Whatsoever. Even though asking about previous employees was decidedly a bad idea, I just couldn't sign another confidentiality waiver until I knew what exactly I was up against. "How long was the last person in my position employed here?"
I swallowed hard. Okay, no big deal. Maybe they were a total dud and lacked the skills to be a second assistant. "And the person before that?"
Well, crap. "Oh." I kept a smile plastered on my face all the way back to my desk, not wanting him to see me sweat. Seriously, was this how other companies in Seattle worked? Revolving door positions, everyone as disposable as a to-go cup?
This position was not dispensable to me. I had to make this work, so I had to show Mr. Starr just how invaluable I could be.
I plopped down in my swivel chair, and after signing my life away with the paperwork, I pulled up Craig Willington's media account. Jackson had shown me how to gain access to the Cloud drive with all pre-approved photos from each celebrity. As part of my job description, I was in charge of posting on their social media sites and building their fan base.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Loved this book so much. I would recommend this book to anyone even a person that hates to read. I would tell them they will love reading after this book.
This book caught my eye with the summary . Brogan is a major catch with a lot of baggage. Love a strong woman character and Lainey had plenty. This storyline was very good and loved the rule concept of it. I'll definitely look for more books from this author. Great job in keeping the reader guessing.
Excellent fun read. Brogan learns to finally trust!!! He also leaned that Laney had a forgiving heart after he hurt her.
3.5 - It was a good story with a some funny parts. The rules cracked me up. The characters were engaging and I was really pulling for Brogan and Lainey, although Brogran pissed me off a few times. But I do have a few complaints (hence the 3.5 stars): 1. We did not have to be constantly reminded of the situation with Lainey's mom, Lainey's need for a job because of the medical bills or her dad's double life. One or more of these things were pretty much mentioned on every other page. That just became annoying. 2. What was the deal with Jackson? It never explained why he was such an a**hole and why he hated Brogan so much. Overall, I do recommend this book and I'm looking forward to the next one. I'm hoping it will be about Zoey!
I totally love it
I enjoyed this but wish laney made brogan work harder at the end
This was a good work place romance. Lainey gets a job as second assistant to Brogan Starr in his social media company. On her second day she makes some questionable comments about her boss...unknowingly to him. Luckily she doesn’t lose her job. Of course this makes her interesting to Brogan and even though he wants to stay away there is just something about Lainey that draws him in. I liked how Brogan didn’t make it easy for her to like him at all times, he jumped to conclusions about her even realizing that it didn’t sound like something she would do. But his life revolves around his work/company and he doesn’t want anything to interfere. Luckily Brogan is good at groveling and Lainey is a forgiving woman. This was a great book and I am looking forward to reading the next in the series.
The Rule Book by Jennifer Blackwood is book number one in the Rule Breakers series. This is Lainey Taylor and Brogan Starr's story. Brogan is CEO of Starr Media where Lainey has been hired as his second-assistant. Brogan has created a rule book that he expects his employees to follow. Brogan and Lainey are definitely attracted to each other but according to the rule book a relationship is off-limits. Will they be able to follow this rule or give in to the attraction? This book is different and may not be for everyone. But, it was entertaining with some funny and very serious moments even though at time the characters did frustrate me. The intimate scenes fade out. I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.
3.75 stars--THE RULE BOOK is the first installment in Jennifer Blackwood’s contemporary, adult THE RULE BREAKERS romance series. This is billionaire businessman Brogan Starr, and PR specialist Lainey Taylor’s story line. Told from first person point of view (Lainey) THE RULE BOOK follows our heroine Lainey Taylor as she endeavors to survive her first few harrowing weeks working for Starr Media in Seattle, Washington. Presented with hundreds of pages of ‘rules’ to follow Lainey Taylor never intends to purposely break or go against company rules until she meets the tattoo covered ‘antichrist’ and all good sense flies out the windows. Enter Brogan Starr-billionaire businessman and Lainey’s boss-and the man who will break her heart and destroy her trust. The relationship between Lainey and Brogan is a forbidden love affair between employee and boss. What starts out as a dog-walking favor for Brogan soon finds Lainey spending her nights and evenings with the man that she loves. Brogan wants to keep their relationship on the down-low, and Lainey isn’t willing to risk her position should any information ever be leaked. What ensues is a series of condemning tweets and images that are linked back to our story line heroine that places her in a position to lose everything and more. Brogan never promised Lainey a future; perceived betrayal will push our couple in opposite directions. The $ex scenes are intimate without the use of over the top graphic sexual language and text. We are introduced to several of Lainey’s co-workers at Starr Media including Brogan’s first assistant Jackson, as well as our heroine’s roommate Zoey Reynolds. Zoey and Ryder Covington’s story line is next in The Rule Maker. The world building focuses on the building but forbidden relationship between Lainey and Brogan; the struggle to run an multi-billion dollar business ; and the heartbreak of betrayal, power and the allure of money. There is plenty of back and forth ‘emailing’ reminiscent of another best selling erotic romance series, that is fun and sexy. I do wish there was more one on one time between Lainey and Brogan but a good portion of the story looked at our heroine’s interactions with family and friends. THE RULE BOOK is a sexy and sweet romance with funny banter (aka inter-office emails) and the ‘newbie’s struggle to stay one step ahead of her co-worker and boss. The premise is entertaining; the characters are colorful, animated and passionate; the romance is seductive and somewhat heartbreaking-Brogan never promised Lainey much more than the present, and his ability to trust is virtually non-existent.
I really enjoyed this book! I enjoyed Lainey. She is strong, honest, and trustworthy. She would do anything for a person. She's also very straight-forward. She says whats on her mind. All she wants to do is work second assistant to CEO, Brogan Starr and help her mom pay for her cancer treatments. The first assistant, Jackson, is a sour, spiteful person. I was surprised what came of the only friend she made at Starr Media, with Zelda. Brogan is a "by the (very thick) Rulebook" kind of person. He has reason to be that way. The sparks sizzle between Lainey and Brogan, under the surface of course (because of the Rulebook). As hard as Lainey tries to do right, things just do't seem to go her way. This book kept my interest all the way through the book. Just when I thought everything was going good, things just blew apart. There were lots of ups and downs in this book, but it kept my interest wondering what was going to happen next.
A really bad read. They are channeling Brigette Jones levels of mishaps, but failing. Heroine is not likeable, does idiotic things throughout the entire book, and does nothing really redeeming to make up for the cringy "comedy" of errors. Hero is boring and apparently just hot.
Really confused by all the ratings. I purchased based off the good reviews but im about half way through the book and i keep waiting for it to get good. Its so boring I've skimmed 90% of the book. It went entirely too long with no interaction between characters and Lainey just rambles about nonsense the mojority of book.
The book was very good and interesting .
The Rule Book by Jennifer Blackwood is the first book in her new series The Rule Breakers. This is a romance that will have you laughing out loud AND growling in frustration throughout. Told from Lainey's POV, which is hilarious BTW, we join her in her new job at Starr Media and meet her new boss (AKA The Antichrist), and her new co-workers (Some nice, some NOT), and learn about her awesome bestie and roommate and her wonderfully strong mother. With one mishap after another this story was engaging and surprising and wonderfully romantic. The build up between Lainey and Brogan (love the name) is exquisite and the happy ever after is worth the journey. Love this authors works to date and this is no exception.
Lainey just got a new job, full of rules. And she is very tempted to break them when she meets her new boss, Brogan Starr. The Rule Boook is a romantic comedy with a very entertaining story. It made me laugh a lot and I couldn't stop reading. Although I loved the sexual tension between Lainey and Brogan, I think there wasn't enough heat in the book. I loved Lainey. She is funny, sweet, confident and strong. I loved how she broke Brogan's rules and his walls. At first glance, Brogan is a very controlling person, but when you get to know him, you realize he is a very sweet guy. Overall, The Rule Book is a great book with a sweet and funny story that will make you laugh a lot.
This book is refreshing. I love that it was romantic, sad and funny. For me, thus book is so real life. I wish more writers like yourself would go this route and iffer stand alone books that offer the complete story. I went to bed late and woke early to finish. Awesome. I'm hoping to find more of your books this refreshing and entertaining.
Lainey and Brogan were so fun to read about. I wish this book had been longer. I finished it in less than a day. Couldn't put it down. A must read for anyone whos looking for a romantic but drama filled book.
But was expecting it to be steamier
This was worth the read. Very enjoyable.
Not really an Office Romance. More a Dramatic Comedy. ⭐ ⭐ Provided by Publisher in Exchange for an Honest Review ⭐ ⭐ Judging a Book by it's Cover: Handsomely suited man, Bold Font and color on title, worth a closer look. Synopsis sounds like this would be a wickedly delightful romantic comedy. Looking Deeper: First-Person POV. Freshly graduated from college with her MBA in hand, Lainey moves 200 miles away from home and her ailing mother for the opportunity at better pay with a Fortune 500 company run by a man that her supervisor refers to as "The Antichrist". Narrated from her POV, Lainey chronicles her days at work and all the stress, mayhem, and hilarity that encompasses the job. Half-way through the book, it still reads more as a Comedic Drama with glimpses of sexual tension, no romance, mostly daily toil and angst. There is a lot of foot-in-mouth syndrome from Lainey any time she's near Brogan, but they make an endearing duo. Gradually (and I mean painfully so), they begin to build on their mutual attraction and the chemistry between them becomes more evident. The scant few secondary characters are entertaining. Dialogue and interaction is smart, fun, and natural feeling. The plot moves along at a smooth and fluid pace, but it is not very dynamic. There are a few minor external conflicts that are resolved quite quickly, but more, Brogan seems to be his own biggest hurdle and it takes until the very end to get himself resolved. There is some points of predictability throughout and although they are each fairly small, not much is left to surprise the reader. The conclusion is good, mostly solid. Overall, it's not a bad read, but if you are looking for a full-out Romantic Comedy, be forewarned that this one is a LATE bloomer and most of the "action" is implied. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rating: [PG-13]~ Score: 4.0 ~ Stars: 4 -------------------------------------------------------------------------
A laugh out loud, feel good, office romance! This is a brilliant office romance filled with fun, humour and a great main couple. It should, perhaps, come with a warning - it has so many laugh out loud moments so is definitely not a book to read anywhere you'll be embarrassed to be heard laughing! Lainey has moved with her best friend to live and work as the Second Assistant to the owner of Starr Media, Mr Brogan Starr. On starting her new job she is given a thick rule book (300 pages!!) telling her what she can and can't do. She's also given plenty of warnings about Mr Starr by the First Assistant, Jackson, including that the staff refer to their boss as 'the antichrist'. Whilst eating her lunch in the deserted staffroom, a handsome hunk comes in and she asks him about the staff - and about the antichrist. Have you guessed who the hunk was? Yes, her boss! That sets the tone for their interactions. She's brilliant at saying what she thinks and getting into bother. Mind you, the first assistant seems determined to get rid of her and puts her into all kinds of problematic situations.... Get ready to meet Betty, too, and find out what she and The interactions between Lainey, Brogan and other members of staff are brilliant! The trauma of her Mum's treatment for cancer adds to her strain of being away from home, as does the cost for the treatment. His poor relationship with his father and some unanticipated office sabotage all add to the mix. Breaking the rules by having a relationship with someone from the office, dog walking and so much more, make this a brilliant novel to escape into, one I thoroughly enjoyed reading and have no hesitation in highly recommending. Thanks to the publishers for gifting me an ARC of this novel in exchange for my honest review.
I have really enjoyed this book. I love how the female was not a doormat and the alpha wasn't too stubborn. I couldn't put this book down and read it in one day. Will read from this author again!
I was impressed with this book. Usually these inexpensive romance books are full of grammatical errors and you end up hating one of the main female characters because of her stupidity. This book wasn't like that at all. It was a very good read. It kept me entertained from beginning to end. I would recommend this book.
I'm always looking for new authors to read and after reading this, I think I found one. I love how Lainey completely throughout the rule book - even if she didn't do so on purpose. This book was fun and entertaining as Lainey not only broke every rule herself but caused Mr. Brogan Starr to break his own rules. Although we did get to see some into the past of Brogan, I would have enjoyed a little bit more of this to really be able to see from his point of mind the reason for his rules. Overall, this was a really great book and I would definitely recommend it.