Tuesday, 12 October 2021

๐Ÿฆƒ Sarina Bowen ๐Ÿ’ BOYFRIEND ๐Ÿ’ Excerpt ๐Ÿ’

 ©  Bianca ✰ Janeane 

The New Adult/College/Farm Moo U Hockey Series is a complete standalone series, but it is part of the new World of True North Series and slightly
connected aka a spin-off to Sarina Bowen's True North Series!
So if you're weird like us - read #Bittersweet first ☺



Moo U series #11
• 12 October 2021
• standalone

★★★★★
5 Stars

A new hockey player to steal your heart this fall...

 

The hottest player on the Moo U hockey team hangs a flyer on the bulletin board, and I am spellbound:

Rent a boyfriend for the holiday. For $25, I will be your Thanksgiving date. I will talk hockey with your dad. I will bring your mother flowers. I will be polite, and wear a nicely ironed shirt…

Now everyone knows it’s a bad idea to introduce your long-time crush to your messed-up family. But I really do need a date for Thanksgiving, even if I’m not willing to say why. So I tear his phone number off of that flyer… and accidentally entangle our star defenseman in a ruse that neither of us can easily unwind.

 

Because Weston's family is even nuttier than mine. He needs a date, too, for the most uncomfortable holiday engagement party ever thrown.

 

There will be hors d'oeuvre. There will be faked PDA. And there will be pro-level awkwardness…

Boyfriend is a full-length book for Weston and Abbi!




Abbi + Weston

Weston is the star of the Moo U Hockey team and a frequent customer at the bar where Abbi jobs. Abbi is super in crush with Weston but she thinks she'd never stand a chance with him... But then he's pretending to be her boyfriend for her stepfamily's Thanksgiving dinner. Super sparky, but nothing happens. A month later Abbi is Weston's fake date to his sister's engagement party and family Christmas celebrations.

Let the fun times begin ...






This story was just adorable.
We all know many of those fake-date romances, but this one was really cute! Funny, sparky, adorable, a bit heartbreaking with all their family problems. Very vermonty and wintery. I just adored Abbi and Weston!
It was nothing new or mega different and exciting, but I loved reading it. It was a super sweet love story!
Tiny rant - not about Sarina or the story, but ...What I never understand in romances. When a guy or girl has really bad romance examples in their parents with divorce and fighting and whatnot. Why do they always think they can or should never fall in love themselves? That's so silly and clichรฉ! Why don't they go the other way and say: I'm gonna prove them all wrong, I'm gonna find the most amazing partner and we'll have the most amazing marriage ever?! That would be something I'd like to read!
Anyway - this was really cute and collegey and I could read books like these every day for forever!
Oh ... another tiny little thing I didn't get. The tattoos. Why? It was just mentioned a couple of times and for me it didn't work for the story at all. Weston doesn't seem like a tattoo guy at all! It was just weird ... But that's probably just me and my reading weirdness - and the fact that I'm not a tattoo fan.

BOYFRIEND was a sweet + cute + funny + sexy + collegy + vermonty love story!
Run to your nearest amazon for your own Weston - he'll be sold out in no time!






ARC received for an honest review.
 
Yay, Sarina is back in her Moo U world, and Boyfriend was just adorable.
 
I love a fake romance story, as I love seeing the characters catch real feels and not realise it lol.
 
Abbi and Weston are too cute.  The story is nothing new, but it was still sweet and funny and sexy - but ugh why why why do they always let the relationships around them eff them up? Ugh!
 
Be different, characters, and forget what they all did and be yourself - but this could just be me.
 
I loved seeing characters that were introduced in the World of True North series again, and loved that our lovelies come full circle.
 
I want to steal Weston from Abbi for myself, as I just freaking love him. Think I got a chance?
 


♥ EXCERPT ♥

I wonder what Abbi is like. It doesn’t matter very much, of course. I haven’t agreed to marry her. It’s just one day of my life. And people fascinate me, so even if Abbi’s family is irritating as fuck, I probably won’t take it personally.

 

But I have a good feeling about Abbi herself. She’s local, which is interesting. Vermonters are pretty cool. They have a rugged mentality, and they rarely complain. And they’re usually hockey fans. What’s not to like about that?

 

The door opens, and I immediately lose my train of thought. I’m blinking at a pretty blond woman with shoulder-length hair. My first reaction is all hell yes and thank you, Jesus.

 

Then I realize this is not just any woman. It’s the hot waitress from The Biscuit in the Basket. The one who remembers every order without writing it down. The one who always seems to know when we need something more, or when it’s time to drop the check.

 

The one with the kissable ivory neck and gray eyes that always make me a little stupid. I’ve never asked her out, because it’s rude to hit on a girl who’s just trying to get through her shift at work. But man, I’d like to.

 

“Hi,” she says, frowning at me. “Wow. You’re wearing a tie.”

 

“Too much?” I ask, my hand flying to the knot of silk at my throat. “I could lose the tie.” And, heck, why stop there? If she asked me to lose my trousers, I’d do it. Anything for you, honey.

 

“No, you look very respectful. Thank you for doing this.”

 

I blink slowly. I can’t believe my luck. She’s my date? “You work at The Biscuit in the Basket,” I say stupidly. “But your name tag says Gail.”

 

She smiles. “That’s right. The lazy manager put the wrong name on it, and then wouldn’t redo it for me. But I’m glad you can recognize me without the uniform.”

 

“Well, sure. You look nice. Your hair is different. Fluffier. Wait. Is fluffy a good thing?” I babble.

 

She laughs suddenly. “Fluffy is fine. At work they make us wear those visor caps. Like we’re all golf caddies.”

 

I smile back at her and get a little lost for another moment. And her laugh is terrific. A little husky. I dig it.

 

“So, uh, are you ready to go?”

 

That’s when I realize I’m blocking her way out of her own door. “Yup, sorry,” I stammer, leaping to the side like a frisky goat.

 

Oh, man. Nobody would call me Mr. Smooth right now, that’s for damn sure. I’m glad my teammates aren’t here to witness this. I’d never live it down.

 

Abbi locks her door. “Where are you from, Weston? Is it too far to go home for Thanksgiving?”

 

“I’m from the eastern edge of Vermont. But I don’t have a car, and we have practice tomorrow anyway. Hey—does your family drink? I brought a bottle of wine.” I hold it up, along with a bouquet of flowers, too.

 

“That’s lovely of you,” she says. “I have a bottle in my car too. I find that where alcohol and my so-called family are concerned, more is more. Although I’m driving tonight, so I can’t drink.”

 

“Your so-called family?”

 

“Well, it’s complicated without being terribly interesting. But we’re going to my stepfather’s house. I mean, he used to be my stepfather and now he’s married to someone else.”

 

“Your step-stepmother,” I say, recalling her text message.

 

“Right.” She leads me off the porch and down the walkway. “My car is just around the back. It won’t take us long to get there. You’ll be eating turkey dumplings in no time.”

 

“Sounds good. My body is, like, fifty percent wings and fries at this point. I’m sure you know that. I’m at your restaurant all the time.”

 

“Table number seventeen,” she says cheerfully. “The hockey table. Do you know that we prep a different portion of wings depending on whether you guys win or lose?”

 

“No, really? Why?”

 

“Because you eat more and get drunker on the nights you lose than on the nights you win.”

 

“Huh. That’s very scientific of you.”

 

She unlocks an elderly Honda Civic and opens the driver’s side door. “Last chance to back out.”

 

I wouldn’t dream of it. I have to remember how to be Mr. Smooth, though, and flirt properly with Abbi. Who knows? After a great meal, we could make this a night to remember. “I’m at your service,” I say, hoping it sounds a little sexy and not creepy. “Let’s get our turkey on.”

 

Huh. Mr. Smooth seems to be on vacation today.

 

I give myself a fifty-fifty shot at success. But I’ve faced worse odds. Game on.

 
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Sarina Bowen writes steamy, angsty Contemporary Romance and New Adult fiction from the wilds of Vermont.

She is the author of The Ivy Years, an award-winning series set amid the hockey team at an elite Connecticut college.

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Also, the Gravity series.

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