I have a confession ... I like Rom-Com's but I don't love them.... but I loved this book! This is the third romantic comedy genre book that I've read lately and I devoured it! It was so good! Nathan is a quarterback in the NFL. Bree is an ex dancer turned dance teacher who owns her own studio. Nathan and Bree are best friends. They met in High School, then had a short period of not talking to each other and then reconnected when they both moved to LA for their jobs. They picked up their friendship right back on. Only problem, they both were in the friend zone and were to afraid to admit their feelings to get out of it! That is until Bree gets a little drunk one night and confesses her feelings of Nathan to a reporter in the bathroom. Her little confession went viral and Nathan's team felt it would be good for them to keep date or pretend to date for some sponsorships. Bree and Nathan both agree and secretly decide maybe they can use the fake relationship facade as a way to get the other person to feel the same way and get themselves out of the friend-zone. I seriously loved this book! It was really good. Not a lot of spice but a good laugh out loud slapstick romantic comedy. I rate this book with 5 stars!
Favorite Excerpt:
I don’t take the bait. “The facade. Anyone watching right now will be able to see that this is totally foreign for us. The jig will be up.” Total crap. No one can see us right now, and no one at this party gives a flying monkey what we’re doing.
Nathan hums a deep sound and inches closer, taking my other hip in his free hand. He pushes me flush against the wall and drops his head to my neck. His breath grazes my skin and he whispers, “You’ll just have to pretend it’s nothing new.”
I hold my breath as his soft, warm lips press against the side of my neck. Tingles erupt across my skin.
“Pretend I’ve kissed you here a thousand times already.” His hands leave my hips to skate up my sides and land on either side of my jaw. He tilts my head and moves to the other side of my throat. “Pretend I have every inch of you mapped out like the back of my hand.” His hand slides around my back and drops low to just above my rear end. “Pretend I know you have a two-inch birthmark right here.” Reality is colliding with fantasy because I do have a birthmark right there. I’m on the brink of spiraling, remembering he’s seen me naked, but he moves on quickly.
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