| SynopsisWhen Sandy Quinn met Jason Brewer on the first day of second grade, a life-long friendship was born. Twenty-six years later, Jason is finally ready to move on from his divorce. His ex-wife leaves behind her Kindle, and he stumbles upon Bestselling Author Carissa Steel’s latest release. After learning that she lives less than an hour from his apartment- and is single- he contacts her on Facebook. As he struggles to flirt over chat, he enlists the help of his best friend. Sandy has spent three years waiting for her boyfriend, Jack, to finally pop the question. At the same time Jason asks for her help, her world slowly begins to crumble around her. Through her pain, she continues to support her best friend, playing Cyrano to his newest conquest. As Sandy begins to chat with Jason online, she creates a safe place to explore what neither of the friends thought would ever exist between them. As lines blur and are eventually crossed, they begin to wonder if amazing sex is worth risking a lifetime of friendship. Twenty-six years… twenty-six letters. Could they have always only needed each other? |
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I LOVE THIS BOOK. I. Love. This. Book. LOVE IT. It’s erotica but…sweet? How that works, I’m not sure but it does and I just…squee!
This is the story of Sandy and Jason, best friends since childhood. He’s fresh off of a divorce, and she’s in an abusive relationship. They’ve always had feelings for one another but never acted on it…til now. It’s the ups and downs of their relationship, and their story of trying to navigate from best friends to lovers and beyond.
These characters were fantastic and just made for one another. I love all of their interactions, whether it’s flashbacks to their high school years or being in the moment with them at the current time. I also love love loved how dialogue heavy this book is. You’re not all up in their minds. They talk things out…or f*ck (can I say that in a review? I don’t know but I’m putting it there) it out or argue it out. You see what I’m saying. There’s no wondering what’s going on or if they’re feeling the same way as one another. You see it all play out and I LOVE that. They’re so passionate about one another and you feel it 100%. You also know from the first time you see them in the same room how they feel about one another, even if they aren’t saying that yet. It was just the most perfect example of best friends turned lovers. They clicked.
Oh and did I mention how HOT this book is? No? Okay, yea, this book…whew! So yummy. I don’t do erotica very often. I’m the mushy and emotional reader. I like to cry and have my heart broken. But Theresa drew me in with this one and it was so, so good. It was exactly what I needed. The last few books I’ve read have been a bit fluffy and/or dark. This was right down my alley this weekend and now I still can’t NOT think about it.
I will say…considering we’re supposed to write honest reviews… The flashbacks sometimes confused me. It felt like there needed to be a bit more separation between current and past. That is my one and only complaint, and even that wasn’t a deal breaker. It’s not hard to follow along with the flips in time, it just kind of seemed confusing a teeny tiny bit.
Overall, I LOVED this book. It’s such a sweet story of two people deciding to just go for it and letting themselves be together. It was steamy, angsty, romantic, and everything we love in our romance novels. I can’t suggest Chat enough. Theresa Rite is a favorite and I can’t wait for more.
<3 Erin
This is the story of Sandy and Jason, best friends since childhood. He’s fresh off of a divorce, and she’s in an abusive relationship. They’ve always had feelings for one another but never acted on it…til now. It’s the ups and downs of their relationship, and their story of trying to navigate from best friends to lovers and beyond.
These characters were fantastic and just made for one another. I love all of their interactions, whether it’s flashbacks to their high school years or being in the moment with them at the current time. I also love love loved how dialogue heavy this book is. You’re not all up in their minds. They talk things out…or f*ck (can I say that in a review? I don’t know but I’m putting it there) it out or argue it out. You see what I’m saying. There’s no wondering what’s going on or if they’re feeling the same way as one another. You see it all play out and I LOVE that. They’re so passionate about one another and you feel it 100%. You also know from the first time you see them in the same room how they feel about one another, even if they aren’t saying that yet. It was just the most perfect example of best friends turned lovers. They clicked.
Oh and did I mention how HOT this book is? No? Okay, yea, this book…whew! So yummy. I don’t do erotica very often. I’m the mushy and emotional reader. I like to cry and have my heart broken. But Theresa drew me in with this one and it was so, so good. It was exactly what I needed. The last few books I’ve read have been a bit fluffy and/or dark. This was right down my alley this weekend and now I still can’t NOT think about it.
I will say…considering we’re supposed to write honest reviews… The flashbacks sometimes confused me. It felt like there needed to be a bit more separation between current and past. That is my one and only complaint, and even that wasn’t a deal breaker. It’s not hard to follow along with the flips in time, it just kind of seemed confusing a teeny tiny bit.
Overall, I LOVED this book. It’s such a sweet story of two people deciding to just go for it and letting themselves be together. It was steamy, angsty, romantic, and everything we love in our romance novels. I can’t suggest Chat enough. Theresa Rite is a favorite and I can’t wait for more.
<3 Erin
Excerpt
It had been her sixteenth birthday, June 10, 1995. We’d spent the day at Cedar Point, the huge roller coaster theme park a little over an hour away. Our parents were exhausted after trekking all over the park, and I suggested we take the canoe out into the lake.
“Your dad’s gonna shit a brick, Brew,” she hissed, whispering near the edge of the lake.
“They’re sleeping, they’ll never know. Stop being a pussy.”
“What about spiders?”
“There are no spiders in here. Come on,” I urged, holding my hand out for her. She wore her favorite cut-off jean shorts, her TLC t-shirt- featuring the condom eye-patches that her mom absolutely hated- and Grant Hill high-tops.
“If I see a spider, I’m screaming and turning the boat over.”
“You’d rather swim in pond scum than deal with a spider?”
“No duh.”
“Come on, pussy.”
“Call me pussy again, and I’ll hit you with this oar.”
It’d taken all of five minutes to row out to the middle of the lake, and my palms had instantly begun to sweat.
“So, happy birthday,” I began tentatively.
She arched one eyebrow under the light of the full summer moon. “Thanks.”
“Did you have fun today?”
She nodded, grinning. “The Raptor was the most awesome roller coaster ever. Makes me wanna watch Jurassic Park again.”
I nodded, gripping the oars, white knuckled.
“Cool.”
We sat in silence for a little while, until finally, I cleared my throat.
“Why are you all weird?” she demanded.
I lifted my eyes to hers. “I was thinking about kissing you.”
She narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. “Why?”
I shrugged. “Because we both need the practice. You know Mike likes you. And Erika likes me. And they’ll both be at Danielle’s birthday party next week, and we’re both invited.”
“You want to practice kissing with me?” she asked quietly, unwrapping her arms from her body and leaning forward. “What makes you think I give a shit about Mike Jacobson?”
“I see the way you twirl your hair when he talks to you. You only do that when you like someone.”
She reached for her hair, scowled, and let the curl slide through her fingers.
“Come on, Boss.”
“Brew, this is crazy. You don’t like me like that.”
“I like you more than any other girl.”
“Oh, I’m so flattered. I don’t feel at all like a giant loser.”
“You can’t tell me you never thought about kissing me.”
“As if,” she’d cried, rolling her eyes. “Nope, not one time.”
“Never?” I clarified, unable to keep my over-inflated teenaged ego in check.
She exhaled irritated. “Well, maybe once.”
I’d grinned. “When was that?”
“At that Beach Boy’s concert your mom took us to. When you said you had diarrhea and we had to leave early. I wanted to kiss you.”
I laughed, and she joined me, relaxing a little.
“It was horrible, wasn’t it?”
“Not really them, just the people there. They all smelled like orange juice and vitamins,” she went on.
Laughing, I rolled my eyes. “You always think people smell weird,” I accused with a grin.
“They do. You smelled like pancakes when I first met you, but I kept you anyway.”
I leaned forward, reaching for her knees. She almost jumped out of her skin when I dropped my hands over her soft legs. “Okay, I’m going in. Meet me half way,” I ordered.
Without giving her time to protest, I went for it.
“Your dad’s gonna shit a brick, Brew,” she hissed, whispering near the edge of the lake.
“They’re sleeping, they’ll never know. Stop being a pussy.”
“What about spiders?”
“There are no spiders in here. Come on,” I urged, holding my hand out for her. She wore her favorite cut-off jean shorts, her TLC t-shirt- featuring the condom eye-patches that her mom absolutely hated- and Grant Hill high-tops.
“If I see a spider, I’m screaming and turning the boat over.”
“You’d rather swim in pond scum than deal with a spider?”
“No duh.”
“Come on, pussy.”
“Call me pussy again, and I’ll hit you with this oar.”
It’d taken all of five minutes to row out to the middle of the lake, and my palms had instantly begun to sweat.
“So, happy birthday,” I began tentatively.
She arched one eyebrow under the light of the full summer moon. “Thanks.”
“Did you have fun today?”
She nodded, grinning. “The Raptor was the most awesome roller coaster ever. Makes me wanna watch Jurassic Park again.”
I nodded, gripping the oars, white knuckled.
“Cool.”
We sat in silence for a little while, until finally, I cleared my throat.
“Why are you all weird?” she demanded.
I lifted my eyes to hers. “I was thinking about kissing you.”
She narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. “Why?”
I shrugged. “Because we both need the practice. You know Mike likes you. And Erika likes me. And they’ll both be at Danielle’s birthday party next week, and we’re both invited.”
“You want to practice kissing with me?” she asked quietly, unwrapping her arms from her body and leaning forward. “What makes you think I give a shit about Mike Jacobson?”
“I see the way you twirl your hair when he talks to you. You only do that when you like someone.”
She reached for her hair, scowled, and let the curl slide through her fingers.
“Come on, Boss.”
“Brew, this is crazy. You don’t like me like that.”
“I like you more than any other girl.”
“Oh, I’m so flattered. I don’t feel at all like a giant loser.”
“You can’t tell me you never thought about kissing me.”
“As if,” she’d cried, rolling her eyes. “Nope, not one time.”
“Never?” I clarified, unable to keep my over-inflated teenaged ego in check.
She exhaled irritated. “Well, maybe once.”
I’d grinned. “When was that?”
“At that Beach Boy’s concert your mom took us to. When you said you had diarrhea and we had to leave early. I wanted to kiss you.”
I laughed, and she joined me, relaxing a little.
“It was horrible, wasn’t it?”
“Not really them, just the people there. They all smelled like orange juice and vitamins,” she went on.
Laughing, I rolled my eyes. “You always think people smell weird,” I accused with a grin.
“They do. You smelled like pancakes when I first met you, but I kept you anyway.”
I leaned forward, reaching for her knees. She almost jumped out of her skin when I dropped my hands over her soft legs. “Okay, I’m going in. Meet me half way,” I ordered.
Without giving her time to protest, I went for it.