✰ Bianca ✰
Maverick Cruz and I started off as pen pals and became
besties when we went to the same sports camp at age twelve.
He rooted for me at my soccer games.
I cheered for him at his hockey tournaments.
Through heartbreaks, new relationships, and failed
friendships, we knew we could always count on each other.
That's why no one is more surprised--or panicked-- than I am
when I start to develop different feelings for him. But Instead of telling him
the truth, I agree to help him find a girlfriend.
Someone who is not me.
Someone who is so opposite of me that I have to make a list
for the charade. The problem is, he wants to practice his dating skills with
me. The corny pickup lines, the hand-holding, the door opening, the staring.
Before this, I thought sharing a house with him was an
excellent idea. Who wouldn’t want to room with their best friend? Now, the
close proximity is killing me. What’s worse is that I can’t stop looking at him
like he’s a Greek god, and he can’t stop seeing me as his virginal little
sister. Still, I push it aside, until one night, when he’s lying beside me in
bed and I’m the one who forgets the rules and crosses the line between friends
and something more.
It’s a horrible idea. He’s a player. I’m a virgin. Yet, I
can’t seem to stop myself.
New item on my list: DO NOT FALL FOR YOUR BEST FRIEND.
They decided years ago that they would never risk their friendship that way!
LET THE FUN TIMES BEGIN .... ☺
But it was also a bit ... short? I had the feeling that some editor cut a hundred pages. And then all those people in there. From the first book! I kinda hate when an author doesn't officially call something a series, but it is a series. We meet all the people here and we met all the people in the first book too - which is horrible for my Bookalzheimer brain.
BUT - it wasn't too bad - I still liked reading it.