Samantha Quinn
Baseball lover. Plant mama. Eternal friend zone dweller.

I know exactly three things:
1) My heart will forever belong to my best friend, Carter.
2) Carter’s heart will never belong to me.
3) I will therefore die alone, surrounded by my houseplants, probably old and grouchy like my eighty-two-year-old landlady, Winifred.
But now Carter’s cousin wants my help planning her wedding, while Carter wants my help stopping it. How am I supposed to both plan and sabotage a wedding at the same time? How do I talk to Carter about weddings all day without my heart fracturing? And how, how, how do I ditch this stupid friend zone once and for all?

Carter Ellis
P.E. teacher. Baseball coach. Also, attractive. Very, very attractive.

I am not secretly in love with my best friend. I absolutely am not. That would be stupid and reckless and a terrible idea all around. I swore I would never fall in love, and that’s not going to change now. Except…one tiny little kiss has all sorts of feelings rising in my chest. Feelings I was certain I buried a long time ago. But it doesn’t matter; I refuse to give in. I will laugh with her, talk with her, and dry her tears, but I will not fall in love with Samantha Quinn.

Let me preface this by saying “friends to lovers” isn’t my favorite trope–I’m not a fan of watching two people pine after each other while everyone around them sees what they never notice.

That being said, I really enjoyed this book. For starters, there’s more going on than just two people pining endlessly for each other, or worse–doing stupid things for each other. There’s enough inevitability to keep you in the story. Secondly, I love the voice/tone of the book. Carter sounds like a man–his thoughts, actions, and motivations are distinctly different from Samantha’s.

Full disclosure: as is usually the case with “FTL” romance novels, I skipped several chapters. (I don’t know why, but I just can’t slug my way through this trope.) I usually only read about 50% of a FTL–the first 25% and the last 25%. I did the same here (so maybe there was some stupid stuff in the middle, but I didn’t read it). All that really matters to me, though, is that this author captured my attention and made me swoon. I will DEFINITELY read more of her books.

If you’re a fan of Jennifer Peel, Becky Monson, or Amy Matayo, you might enjoy this book.

Rated PG. Get your copy here!

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