A full-length standalone romantic comedy from USA Today best-selling author R.S. Grey.
Beau Fortier starred in most of my cringe-worthy teenage fantasies. I met him when I was a junior in high school, a time that revolved exclusively around bad hair, failed forays into flirting, and scientific inquiries into which brand of toilet paper worked best for stuffing bras.
That is, until Beau moved into the small guest house just beyond my bedroom window. A 24-year-old law student at Tulane, Beau was as mysterious to me as second base (both in baseball and in the bedroom). He was older. Intimidating. Hot. Boys my age had chicken legs and chubby cheeks. Beau had calloused hands and a jaw cut from steel.
Our interactions were scarce — mostly involving slight stalking on my end — and yet deep down, I desperately hoped he saw me as more of a potential lover than a lovesick loser. Turns out, I was fooling myself. My fragile ego learned that lesson the hard way.
Now, 10 years later, we're both back in New Orleans, and guess who suddenly can't take his eyes off little ol' me. My old friend, Mr. Fortier. But things have changed. I'm older now — poised and confident. My ego wears a bulletproof vest. The butterflies that once filled my stomach have all perished. When I was a teenager, Beau warned me to guard my heart. Let's hope he knows how to guard his.
sheryl
2021-03-08
It starts out cute and endearing but quickly becomes creepy: there is nothing cute about a grown 24 year old man having a 17 year old teen. There is absolutely no reason at all to create sexual tension between them and the first half of the book was uncomfortable and creepy. “Romantic comedy” is not a good description at all. It would have been so much better if it was a normal one sided teen crush and the guy being big brotherly instead of him looking at her legs and lips. Gross! There were several times when I almost stopped the book because it felt so inappropriate and I was relieved when we finally moved 10 years into the future, but still so yucky how she uses her teenage memories to touch herself.... 😑 And then the girl looses all her brain cells and becomes another stupid lead in a romance novel. She goes from senig hetsens as a “tough New Yorker” to femling like she has to google how to be sexy and sex-positions (as 27 year old woman), despite the fact that the guy is already interested and says he wants to date, BUT she can’t accept that and wants to make it hard on him because HE DIDN’T ASSAULT AND TAKE ADVANTAGE OF HER UNDERAGE BODY. Seriously, who gave this book anything above two stars?! Foxe and Hound by the same author is immensely better, go there.
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