Writing a spicy romance novel with your best guy friend isn’t a problem.
The problem is when you start to imagine him as you write the steamy scenes.
Tobias Banks is a bestselling romance author, and he’s also my best friend. He’s smart, brilliant, kind-hearted, has never shown an interest in settling down, and he’s the one constant in my life I know I can depend on for anything.
So it shouldn’t surprise me that as soon as my personal life shatters, he’s there, picking up the pieces and reminding me who I am.
In a matter of days, we are back to our lively banter. I’m living in his spare room, and now, he’s helping me achieve my lifelong dream of writing a romance novel.
Life feels good again, free … except I’m not looking at him as the friend whom I used to pull all-night study sessions with during college. Nope, I’m looking at him as the man who walks into the kitchen each morning shirtless, smirks when I say something he likes to hear, wears shirts that hug his arms a lot tighter than I remember, and looks at me as if I’m his next meal.
Falling for my best friend isn’t smart, but if I’ve learned anything since we set out on this journey together, it’s that love doesn’t make the rules.
We do.
