RELEASE DATE – NOVEMBER 18th
next-door neighbor—an up-and-coming chef ready to make his mark on the world.
His dreams are bold and limitless, his drive even more so. He offers me
a favor, one that I can’t refuse … only there are strings attached.
next-door neighbor—a talented photographer waiting for her big break.
are authentic and intense, her art even more so. I made her
an offer and she accepted … but I asked for something in return.
meant to make our dreams come true. Our careers were supposed to change, not
our friendship. Success was the ultimate goal … until we saw each other in a
Rating: 4.25 Stars
This was a fun friends to lovers romance. I really enjoyed the book. It did take me a little bit to really get into the story and connect with the characters. However once Todd finally starts to allow his feelings for Amelia take flight and we get both characters background stories then I was pulled into the story and couldn’t wait to see where it was going to go.
There has always been an attraction between Todd and Amelia but nothing more came of it, because both have relationship trust issues but for totally different reasons. The chemistry between then was potent, not just physical but emotional also. They started off with a friendship and develop into more. I loved them together and was cheering for them to both to give in and realize their true feelings.
I loved at the end that we found out that Amelia’s roommate Tatianna already has her own book by another author. This is such a fun concept to connect two author’s work. I’ve read and love Michelle Lynn and have never read a book by Danielle Allen, however after meeting Tatianna I will be reading Work Song ASAP. If you are a fan of friends to lovers books then I would highly recommend this book!
Her head springs my way. “You think he’s into me?” she interrupts. Her eyes open wide in surprise.
Now, she’s perked up.
A small smile creeps up the corners of her mouth, and she shakes her head in disbelief.
“I think he was just being a nice boss.” She focuses down and I wonder what’s going on in that head of hers. I sensed her low self-esteem a few times, but she usually smiles through it—at least in front of me.
“Trust me, Noodle. He’s interested.”
“So, I was thinking that you could keep him distracted and get him to go out—at least, out of the kitchen.”
“What?” She stops, and hurt fills her eyes before confusion sets in. “You trying to whore me out or something?”
Shit. I should have led into that easier. Slower, for sure.
A deep chuckle pours out of me. “No.” I attempt to calm my humor down. “I’m not asking you to screw him. Just flirt a little. Keep him out of the kitchen. You might even like him.”
“Is this a stipulation of you getting me the job?” She crosses her arms over her chest and juts out her hip.
She’s oddly cute when she’s mad and damn—those tits.
“No. I already got you the job. I was thinking this would be more of a thank-you gesture.” My shoulders lift.
She inhales a deep breath. “How about just the ‘nightcap’?” She puts nightcap in air quotes.
“I’ll buy the nightcap. Just put yourself out there, and see if he bites.”
This might be getting worse instead of better.
“Seriously, Todd, you are demented.”
She shakes her head and steadily proceeds toward the subway.
I jog to catch up to her. “Hold up.”
I grip her arm, but she yanks it out of my grasp.
“I’m sorry. It’s just that I want to find investors for my own place. He’s always there, never letting me showcase any of my dishes. I’ve tried to go through the chain, asking him to let me create a special here or there, but he’s refused me every time.” I hold her vision with mine until the corners of her lips turn. “Forget I asked.” My shoulders deflate as I realize it was a dick move. I’ve officially lost it. My desperation is definitely clouding my judgment.
I stop. A warm feeling spurs in my stomach from her ability to forgive me so easily.
I follow her to the top of the subway stairs.
“I saw how he was looking at you in the kitchen, and I just thought it could be good for both of us.”
She giggles and shoves me. “So, you thought, ’yeah, I’ll whore Lia out’.”
“Actually, I thought, ‘I’ll whore Noodle out’.”
Her hand reaches out to shove me again, but I grab ahold of it and pull her in to me. A strawberry scent floats from her hair. This is the first time I’ve hugged her, and from her limp arms, I’m thinking I’ve made another dumbass move by initiating contact.
She laughs into my sweatshirt and steps back. “You’re a rare duck, you know that?” She jogs down the subway steps.
“More like a lone duck,” I mumble behind her.
USA Today Bestselling author, Michelle Lynn moved
around the Midwest most of her life, transferring from school to school before
settling down in the outskirts of Chicago ten years ago, where she now resides
with her husband and two kids. She
developed a love of reading at a young age, which helped lay the foundation for
her passion to write. With the
encouragement of her family, she finally sat down and wrote one of the many
stories that have been floating around in her head. When she isn’t reading or
writing, she can be found playing with her kids, talking to her mom on the
phone, or hanging out with her family and friends. But after chasing around twin preschoolers
all day, she always cherishes her relaxation time after putting the kids to