by Kendall Ryan
She says she needs some help … in the bedroom.
Come again? No, really come again.
Sweet, nerdy, lovable Keaton.
She’s my best friend and has been for years. Sure she likes numbers and math, and thinks doing other people’s taxes is fun. And I like … none of that stuff. She’s obsessed with her cat and reads novels I’ll never understand, and yet we just click. There’s no one I’d rather share breakfast burritos with or binge watch hours of Netflix. She’s my person. And so when she takes off her glasses and asks me to help her improve her skills in the bedroom, I barely have to think about it.
Of course I’ll help her. There’s no one better for the job.
I’ve been there for her through everything, why should this be any different?
But what happens when she’s ready to take her new-found confidence and move on?
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It is no secret that Kendall Ryan is my go-to author for light, sweet and fluffy romance. Some would consider her stories repetitive, but to me it is a sure thing guaranteed. I know what to expect. I know I will have something wholesome awaiting.
She’s also somehow converted me to friends-to-lovers. Perhaps my least favourite trope. Ever. Because it is too cute and airy and frilly and fancy. But after reading dark, twisted romances, or stories that didn’t enthrall me, sometimes witnessing a friendship blossom into something sweet is needed!
The embers of attraction were always there, I’ve come to realize. All it took was one little kiss to blow on the ashes and make them roar to life.
Post embarrassing encounter during her friend’s bachelorette party, Keaton is feeling dejected. She’s intelligent and confident within her working environment, but she feels inside the bedroom she’s lacking few too many skills.
Using much loved spreadsheets to organise a list and enlisting her long term best friend, Slate, during a drunken night of texting, Keaton is determined to become a confident woman amongst the sheets.
But not everything is as easy or as simple as it seems, especially when intense emotions become involved, and both Keaton and Slate are left questioning themselves. While Slate is determined to prove to Keaton that he is interested in settling down, Keaton would rather maintain their close friendship.
I’m drunk on the sight, the sound, the scent of her, how stunning she is in her passion. And when our eyes meet, a wave of tenderness and desire threatens to drown my heart.
Despite having been best friends since college, Keaton and Slate have never been attracted to each other. Not until Keaton requests Slate become her “sex tutor”, anyway. It seemed awfully strange to me that they never shared this mutual attraction until they decided to cross the friendship boundary.
I also couldn’t ignore Slate’s reason for becoming a womaniser. One bad relationship, no matter how long or short it lasted, shouldn’t be enough to taint someone’s view on dating.
Besides those two negatives, I still enjoyed this sweet, fast-paced read.