It's not every day you wake up to a stranger getting into your bed.
Only, he isn't a stranger at all, he's my best friend's hot older brother…and apparently my new roommate.
Having him in my space, driving me crazy, isn't a problem at all. Nope.
All I need to do is keep control of the situation…
But that's easier said than done.
Shawn Lassiter is the kind of distraction I don't need.
First he accidentally gets into my bed, half-naked, the night before my first day at my new job.
Hello, muscles and tattoos!
Then he's there, in nothing but a towel, making me coffee in the morning.
It's more than any girl can resist. Right?
But Shawn is off-limits, even if his eyes are saying differently.
Years ago, back when I still had my crush, he destroyed friendships with his reckless playboy antics.
There's no way I'm touching those perfectly formed abs now. I don't care how nice and responsible he's acting.
I don't want a boyfriend anyway. That's what my trusty vibrator is for.
I'm the smart girl—the glasses-wearing, book-reading workaholic. I can totally do this.
After all, it's only for two and a half months.
I'll be on my best behavior...even if Shawn isn't.
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Rebecca Brooks lives in New York City in an apartment lled with books. She received a PhD in English but decided it was more fun to write books than write about them. She has backpacked alone through India and Brazil, traveled by cargo boat down the Amazon River, climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro, explored ice caves in Peru, trekked to the source of the Ganges, and sunbathed in Burma, but she always likes coming home to a cold beer and her hot husband in the Bronx.
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Jessie Santana clenched a fuzzy zebra print pillow in her fists. Deep breaths. In. Out. Wasn't that supposed to be calming or something?
But there was no way she could make herself relax — not when she still hadn't heard back from Talia. She tossed the pillow on the couch and picked up her phone.
Did you hear from the subletter? she wrote again. She said she can't come anymore! What should we do???
She resisted the urge to send yet another barrage of texts to her best friend, along with that screaming emoji that pretty much summed up how she was feeling. Talia was probably in the security line or finding her gate. Or maybe she'd already met up with the rest of the dancers on their way to London for an entire summer of travel and performing with the New York City Ballet. She might not check her phone until she landed.
But Jessie could never sit around doing nothing. She went to work rearranging the mismatched throw pillows on the couch, fluffing the fuzzy zebra victim until it no longer looked quite so squished. Cleaning always made her feel better. When things were neat and organized and in their place, she could feel a little more in control.
Yeah, she knew that was crazy.
But it still kind of helped.
When everything was tidy, she peeked at her phone again. Nothing. Even Kathy, the canceled subletter, hadn't written any more since her last text, when she said she was "soooooooo sorry" and "absolutely positive" they could find someone else.
Sure, Jessie knew they could find someone. But someone normal? Someone she'd want to live with for two and a half months? Someone who could move in on such short notice and cover their share of the rent?
When her phone vibrated, she dived to pick it up, bumping her shin on the coffee table. Please, have an idea for how to fix this!
But it wasn't Talia, reassuring Jessie that they'd find someone soon, she could pay for any of the rent that wasn't covered, Jessie needed to go to sleep, kick ass tomorrow, and not worry so much.
It was her mom.
Have a great first day of work, sweetie!
Her heart deflated.
But she made herself take another deep breath and wrote back a cheerful Thanks, Mom! followed by a whole bunch of hearts, so it wouldn't look like anything was wrong.
Her parents had been pretty against her moving to New York. Add to that the debt from her master's degree, plus the months it had taken her to find a full-time offer, and they were champing at the bit for her to move back to Pennsylvania and get a nice, stable job in a nice, stable town. At which point she could get married to someone nice, and, well, stable.
None of that actually sounded so bad. Especially the having a boyfriend part. And the stability. She could come up with a new life plan — one that didn't involve astronomical rent, a bedroom the size of a toaster oven, and weird subway smells all summer long.
But then she got The Call. The one from Marlene Chen at Honeywell Press, inviting her to be the newest editorial assistant on her team. Maybe now her parents would stop fretting that she'd made a wrong turn, once she got her name out there and started putting a dent in her loans.
Her phone vibrated again. Be sure to impress Ms. Chen with your work, her mom wrote. Jessie groaned out loud.
New York publishing was notoriously cutthroat, and she already knew she wasn't Marlene's first choice. The whole office would obviously know it, too. The job had originally been offered to someone with more experience, but he was poached by a competitor right after he started, leaving Marlene scrambling to fill the spot. Did Jessie really need a reminder of how important it was to prove herself right off the bat?
But she was lucky, she told herself sternly. Lucky to have landed a job at her dream publisher, lucky to live with her best friend — at least, most of the time. And lucky to have a mom who texted good night and remembered what a big day tomorrow was for her.
Lucky to have a mom at all.
"I need you to be strong for your brother and sister," her dad had said when her mom got the news that the lump in her left breast looked bad. Her family had already been through so much. She wasn't going to give them any reason to doubt that everything was going according to plan.
She texted back good night — with a few more hearts — and turned off the lights, still working on that whole "deep breathing" thing, even if it was obviously bullshit. She didn't feel calmer at all.
It was dark and quiet without Talia making tea, bustling around the apartment, binge-watching cooking competition shows — which was hilarious, since Talia could make the smoke alarm go off by pouring cereal. Maybe Jessie could leave just one lamp on for the night, so as not to feel lonely ...
But that would be stupid, wouldn't it? She turned the switch decisively and padded down the hall.
At the door to Talia's room, she paused and poked her head in. She wasn't sure she'd ever seen the bed made, or everything so neatly put away. The only sign left of Talia was a picture on the dresser, with her and her brother making funny faces.
That was one aspect of her best friend's life Jessie could live without.
Shawn Lassiter was two years older, so they'd overlapped some in high school. He was so hot, she'd once seen a girl literally smack into a locker after turning her head to check him out as he passed. Too bad having flat abs, nice hair, and the ability to hit a baseball wasn't enough to make someone a good person.
Thank God she never had to see him anymore. She closed the door to Talia's room, not wanting to waste any more time on that history.
In her own bedroom across the hall, everything was neat and organized and carefully put away, as usual. She changed into a pair of comfy shorts and a loose, strappy tank top, throwing her dirty clothes in the hamper where they belonged.
Most people would be thrilled to have an unexpected night alone without a roommate. She could blast music. Have a dance party in her PJs. Stay up all night watching Doctor Who without Talia hollering at her to keep it down because she had to practice. She could sleep naked, and no one would know.
Yeah, right. She had a routine: pajamas, clothes in the hamper, reading in bed. Lights out at a sensible hour.
But at the last minute, she decided to make just one small change and leave her door open a crack. That way she could hear the sighs of the building settling and the waves of Brooklyn traffic drifting through the open living room windows. It made her feel a little less lonely in the stillness.
And, okay, maybe there was one other thing she could do tonight ...
She crawled into bed, opened her bedside drawer, and pulled out the best reason to be fine with not having a boyfriend: her very magical magic wand. It was loud, and it made Jessie extra loud when she used it. Which meant it was best to bring it out when Talia was at a late rehearsal. Or when Jessie unexpectedly had a whole night to herself.
Was there any better way to de-stress than an explosive, to-ecurling, body-melting O? She pulled out the red vibrator and slid it under the sheets.
She started over her pajama shorts, getting herself warmed up and used to the sensation. Then she slipped the smooth wand under the elastic. She teased herself, playing with the vibrations, bringing the wand closer to the exact spot that would send her over the edge and have her sleeping like a baby.
But it was hopeless.
No matter how she touched herself, she just couldn't get in the mood. Her mind was churning, thinking about Talia, the subletter, her new job, her checking account, an article she'd read that called Marlene "the toughest bitch in publishing today." What if she couldn't hack it? What if her life plan was ... wrong? She'd have to go home a failure. She'd never live it down.
With a sigh, she put the vibrator away and turned out the light. She had to stop thinking and go to sleep. Deep breaths, right?
There was no need to stay up all night obsessing. She didn't need to check her phone for the fifty-millionth time, only to see the empty inbox and feel stressed out all over again. Talia was probably over the Atlantic by now. There was nothing either of them could do about the roommate problem tonight.
Tomorrow, she told herself firmly. She'd work on fixing it tomorrow.
And she would fix it — there was no question about it. She was not a failure. She was the new editorial assistant for Marlene Chen, the biggest YA fantasy editor in the industry. She lived in New York Fucking City. She was a grown-ass adult — except for when it came to spiders.
Whatever life threw at her, she'd handle it the way she handled everything. First thing in the morning, she'd come up with a plan.CHAPTER 2
Shawn checked the address on his phone again, his leg bouncing up and down in the back of the cab. New York always fucking confused him. It was supposed to be a grid, right? But then there were all these places where the streets went haywire, and none of the names made any sense. Even when he followed along with the little blue dot on the map on his phone, he still had no clue which way was up.
He gave up trying to figure out where the cab was heading. He'd never been to Talia's neighborhood. At midnight, every block looked the same. After months in New Mexico — and before that Texas, Tennessee, Michigan, and Colorado — it was fucking weird to look out the window and not see any stars.
You sure you're okay with this? he texted his sister.
Seriously? You're saving my butt here, she wrote back. We should have made the subletter sign something. UGH.
Lucky for me, he typed. I couldn't take another second on Brandon's couch.
As long as you pay up on time!
You know I'm good for it. :)
Yeeeah, you say that ... and I get worried.
C'mon, I'm employed and everything!
She sent back a string of laughing emojis.
His leg started bouncing faster. I am!
Whatever. Just don't fuck up my room and DON'T SNOOP.
He sent back a bunch of eye rolls. Like I'm even interested. I'm just going to sleep, go to work, come home, and sleep some more.
LOL, Talia wrote back right away. You forget that I've met you before.
Ha ha. But he wasn't laughing.
Why wouldn't anyone believe that he was really trying this time?
All week he'd been telling Brandon that his first day of a huge new job was tomorrow, so he really needed a quiet night. No beer, no video games, no drunk guys hanging out in the living room being dickheads and horsing around.
But four roommates crammed into one tiny-ass apartment meant that someone was always making noise. And sure enough, just as he was settling in for a night of tossing and turning on the fucked-up living room couch, three of the four roommates showed up with their significant others in tow, going on about, "Just one more drink," and, "What's in the fridge?" and, "Hey, Shawn! Scoot over, you're hogging the couch."
He knew he was just the guy crashing for a little while. He'd ponied up for beer and pizza all week, and he'd promised to chip in on rent once he got his first paycheck — at which point, he'd be out of there as soon as he could manage it. But he'd really been hoping for a night of quiet so he didn't show up looking like a zombie on his very first day.
Jean, the head of Thunder Brewing's east coast branch, wouldn't believe he knew what he was doing. He didn't know what he was doing. But he was trying not to make it so obvious.
Jean and Kevin had started the brewery together in New Mexico. Then Jean moved to New York to open a new location. The same recipes, the same vibe, but greater access to east coast distribution and major urban markets.
But this was no easy business. The more things grew, the more help Jean needed. Stat.
Shawn didn't have as much experience as the other employees Kevin could have sent to New York. But who else was willing to relocate on such short notice and promise to work day and night — whatever it took?
It was a major step up. He had to get it right. Or else Thunder would tank, Kevin wouldn't dream of hooking him up somewhere else, and what the hell kind of job did he think he could get after that?
When Talia texted him freaking out about whether he knew anyone who'd want to sublet her room last-minute, the answer was hell yes. When could he start? Immediately, he begged her. Just get him out of Brandon's apartment. He didn't care what it cost.
So it was a little impulsive to pack up his duffel bag and head out at this hour. For better or worse — and he could admit it was usually for worse — impulsive was kind of his middle name.
Your roommate won't be freaked if I just show up? he asked Talia.
She'll be SO glad to have the subletter thing sorted out.
Glad to be of service!
I just texted her to let her know you're coming. I'll send you her number, too.
I haven't heard back yet, though. She might have gone to sleep.
Name? Age? Details I should know?
Shawn racked his brain. Did he know any Jessies?
When he didn't respond fast enough, Talia sent back an eye-roll emoji.
Have I met her before? he asked.
You're kidding, right???
I meet a lot of people!
Omg, you're an idiot. YES, you know Jessie. She practically lived at our house in high school — remember?
Was she part of the nightmare he'd gotten himself wrapped up in when he banged two of Talia's friends?
No, he didn't think Jessie was one of them. Those girls had stopped speaking to Talia — which he knew because he had to hear for over a year about how awful it was. Jessie must have been the one who spent the night all the time when her mom was sick.
He kind of remembered her now. The image that came to his mind was of someone shorter than Talia, with a mass of dark curly hair, big glasses, and a mouth full of braces. Quiet, read more books than any of the Lassiters combined, and other than that, perfectly forgettable. Unlike the other girls who'd hung out at their house, back when he'd let things get out of hand.
Sure, he typed. I guess.
She's starting a new job tomorrow, too, so she'll be busy. You guys will barely see each other, Talia wrote.
That worked just fine for him. He wasn't quite sure why his sister was such good friends with someone as quiet and, frankly, nondescript as Jessie. Not that Talia was cool, of course. She was still his kid sister. But quiet and nondescript was exactly what he needed after a week with four unofficial roommates and no room of his own — not to mention the whirlwind of getting not-quite dumped by his not-quite-girlfriend, convincing Kevin to trust him with a major promotion, hopping on a plane with all his belongings, and hoping he wasn't making yet another mistake with his life. No pressure or anything.
His phone buzzed again. Thank God, we're FINALLY taking off. Gtg! Talk to you from across the pond!
Wait — did you hear back from Jessie?
Oh, and the buzzer doesn't work!
He wrote back to ask how he was supposed to get inside. But he didn't get a response.
The driver slammed on his brakes so hard Shawn snapped forward against the seat belt. He started cursing out the guy for nearly hitting a grandma or a stroller or a puppy or something, until he looked out the window and saw that nothing was there. The guy had stopped in front of Talia's apartment like it was perfectly normal to go from fifty to zero on a narrow side street in Brooklyn in the middle of the night. Welcome to New York. Buckle up for the ride.
Two minutes later, he was standing in the middle of the empty street with his backpack, a duffel bag, no answer from Jessie, and no idea what to do.
He tried to think of what someone who definitely, totally had his shit together would do. Someone who could successfully meet production requirements and help a small business grow. Probably not say "fuck it" and camp out on the sidewalk. Probably not go back to Brandon's, either. Just the thought of that couch made his back hurt.
He buzzed a few other units in the building, in case the intercom worked for them. He was surprised when the outer door actually buzzed, letting him in. Convenient but disconcerting. Who had ordered Chinese food or a Tinder date at midnight and was expecting to have their doorbell rung? What if he was an ax murderer?(Continues…)
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Best friend/sibling is one of my favorite tropes. Rebecca Brooks and Wrong Bed, Right Roommate did not disappoint. I love the premise of this story... It’s the middle of the night. Shawn Lassiter has just worked out a deal to sublease his sister's room while she's chasing her dreams in Europe. He arrives and assumes the slightly opened bedroom door is his room for the next two months. He gets undressed, gets in bed and is startled by the scream of Jessie Santana, his sister Talia’s best friend since childhood. Perfect. Set up. Shawn has walked into the wrong bedroom, but the right woman to help him become the man he wants to be. From the beginning, Wrong Bed, Right Roommate had my attention. Jessie and Shawn were so easy to relate to, become invested in, and love. I wanted them to be together from the very beginning. Both are finally on a path toward their dream jobs. Jessie is an editorial assistant for a big publisher. Shawn is an assistant at an up and coming brewery, and out to prove that he can do the job and deserves it. Jessie and Shawn both know they should stay away from each other. They don't have a romantic past with each other. But they both know the damage Shawn caused in high school, when he slept with two of Talia and Jessie’s friends. But a growing friendly roommate relationship quickly becomes more. Shawn and Jessie know they have to keep their summer fling from Talia a secret, and know this puts an expiration date on their relationship. The question becomes what are Jessie and Shawn willing to risk for a once-in-a-lifetime chance at love. I loved everything about Wrong Bed, Right Roommate. As I said, Shawn and Jessie were great characters. In the end, Talia was very surprising. I was also surprised to find parts of the story to be heartbreaking. Shawn and Jessie have layers that I'm not sure they even know they have. They compliment each other in every way. I love that this was a romance, but that the story also focused on the friendship between Jessie and Talia. I can't wait to see what else Rebecca has in store for her Accidental Love series. **Received a copy of the book from the publisher and voluntarily reviewed.**
This was such a funny romantic book. Jessie is living in New York and sharing an apartment with her best friend Talia. Talia goes away for the summer and subleases her part of the apartment but the person backs out. Talia’s brother Shawn steps up and says he will lease it from her for the summer. The only problem is that Jessie has a crush on Shawn. I have to say the first time that Jessie finds out about Shawn taking over the lease is rather funny. I do have to say that even though in the beginning of the book there was definitely chemistry between these two I honestly do not think there was a lot of anything else. As I read the book it made me laugh and I have to say I really enjoyed watching Jessie and Shawn change and watch how their relationship developed.. They both started to grow up and become adults. When Talia comes back and learns about what is going on she is not happy at all. That changes everything. Pick up this great read and find out all about Jessie, Shawn and Talia. I hope that Talia gets her own book because I am hoping she gets some of what she dished out back!! Thanks Net Galley. I voluntarily reviewed this book in exchange for an honest review.
This was a really good story from a new to me author. Just like most women out there, I’ve had that moment in my life where I ‘dreamed the dream’, ‘wished the wish’ when it came to my brother’s best friend. I absolutely adore reading this genre and seeing how it could come to fruition in fiction. So, I understand how Jessie felt seeing her high school hot crush hooking up with her friends and being ignored by him. It hurt terribly, and that hurt and dismissal turned into dislike and hatred. Feelings that never seemed to wane over the years as Shawn continued to be a self-absorbed douche. But, Shawn hasn’t had the easiest of times. He’s wandering rather aimlessly through his life and really, he needs direction and structure. Now, after years of fruitless endeavors he’s finally found a job he enjoys, but having just moved to the area, he’s homeless and crashing on a friend’s couch. When the chance comes to sublet his sister, Talia’s, room in the apartment she shares with Jessie, he jumps at it, thinking that everything is okay. Jessie is unaware of Shawn’s imminent arrival and gets the fright of her life when he mistakenly lands in her bed, while she is sleeping. This could go from bad to worse, but Jessie discovers a different size to Shawn. One she can’t resist for long and soon they are spending every spare moment together. They’re hot and heavy with the whole summer ahead of them. These two were very convincing from the start. The chemistry was there from the moment they met again, and even when they were trying not to fall for each other, it was so obvious they couldn’t help doing just that. But what happens when summer is over? I really enjoyed this book. Shawn was so different from the usual hero. He’s not rich or famous. In fact, he’s just a regular guy who’s not always made the best decisions in life. He’s sweet and caring. He might not have much experience in the boyfriend/ relationship department but he’ll do his best for his girl. Until Talia comes back into the picture. Will she embrace their being together? Up until this moment, I’d liked Talia, even though she wasn’t in the story much, she’s a side character, but for all she was Jessie’s best friend, she had a very selfish side to her and she let it out when she discovered what had been going on. Jessie has always felt insecure and inadequate next to Talia and this just makes her spiral back into a bad place. Shawn’s reaction isn’t much better and it all implodes badly. Is this the end or will they find a way back to each other? Grab your copy and find out.
I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own. When I read the title, "Wrong Bed, Right Roommate", I thought imagine all that could go wrong. Ms. Brooks took me on a rollercoaster ride and I loved every minute of it. Shawn is trying to prove to himself and everyone that knows him that he is no longer the teenage high school screw up. Jessie is trying to show that she deserves the job she landed and that she is no longer just a nerdy wallflower. I loved the sparks that flew between the two of them. I cheered, booed, laughed, felt sorry for, and rejoiced thru the entire book. I really enjoyed this book and look forward to reading more of Ms. Brooks books.
Wrong Bed, Right Roommate is a fun and sexy BFF's older brother romance with just enough "we're roommates and we shouldn't" angst (getting into the wrong bed the first night is just the beginning--the many Shawn in the shower/his boxers/just a towel scenes really help things move along) that the pages nearly turn themselves. It's the first in a new series, and though we only get a brief glimpse into the other "besties" (with the exception of Shawn's sister Talia--more on her in a few) it's just enough to ensure I stay on the lookout for future series books. I really liked the unrequited crush element of the story, especially since Shawn is absolutely noticing everything about Jessie now that he didn't in high school, and then some. It dovetails nicely with the other changes that Shawn has had to make and is still making as the book goes on--from high school golden boy to college and career less-than to a responsible adult with an actual career path and a grown up relationship. Seeing him doubt himself along the way was tough, but I loved seeing the difference that having someone believe in him--Jessie--was able to make. Jessie had long gotten over her high school crush--probably--and was well on her way to a successful publishing career and an ulcer or three before the age of thirty when Shawn accidentally jumps into her bed that first night. Though I applauded her career choice and drive, it was even more gratifying to watch as Shawn helped her to loosen up and enjoy life more as she strove to make her mark in the YA fantasy publishing world. There were a lot of LOL moments along the way to their HEA and some serious knock-your-socks-off sexy times as well, but the black moment of the story was, well, really black. Shawn's sister plays a significant role in both their breakup and their reconciliation, and I have to admit that if there was one aspect of the story I wasn't completely sold on it was Talia's role there. It gave everything a high schoolish feel, and I couldn't help but think that she could have a had a little more faith in both her brother and her BFF to act like adults. (Of course then the both of them proceeded to act very non-adult-like in their responses to each other mid- and post-breakup--for the love of all that's holy people, have an honest conversation with each other!) Fortunately, everyone snapped out of it and a very satisfactory HEA was achieved. There was a good deal of fast forwarding to get us to the epilogue, which was a bit of a bummer (details! I wanted details...), but it was cute to see Jessie and Shawn being all established couple-y there at the end. I'm looking forward to the rest of the series, especially to seeing Talia make up for the less-than exemplary role she played here when she's the heroine of her own book ;) Rating: 4 stars / B+ I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.
Sassy goodness! The latest from Rebecca Brooks is a fast paced best friend's older brother story with an easy to like couple. They're both starting new jobs that are important to their futures, but the attraction that swiftly rears it's head between them is sure to be a distraction. There were a few plot holes that could have been livened up a bit, but overall a solid read. Jessie Santana never expected to wake up to a strange man climbing into her bed, but when she flips on the light and sees who it actually is, it's even worse! Her childhood crush who also happens to be her roomie best friend's older brother stands before her in all of his muscular glory! She can't believe she's going to be stuck with him for more than two months! Shawn Lassiter is finally starting to grow up and figure out a little bit about how the big bad world works, and moving to New York is a new opportunity for him with the extended job that he's starting. Finding a friendly face at his sister's house would have been nice, but Jessie is anything but excited to see him ... until the sparks start to fly!
Jessie and Shawn have known one another for a long time, since he is her best friend's older brother. She has tried hard to not be attracted to the player. She even promised her friend she was not interested. Shawn does not even remember the little friend his sister has had for so long. He just needs a place to crash, since he starts a new job in such a foreign place as New York. The lust he feels for her suddenly is not welcome. This book is what one would call a slow burn. I love that they can find common ground. I found the characters to be full of heart, heat, and a fun joy to read. I am excited to see more of what will come in this series. ***This early copy was given in exchange for an honest review only.
Talia and Jessie have friends since grade school. When they decide to move from their small town to the “big” city, they find it very different and more expensive than they ever imagined. Together, they rent a tiny apartment in NYC. When Talia leaves for the summer with her dance company, they sublet Talia’s room so rent is covered. Until their renter falls through... Shawn needs a place to stay. He can’t take another night on the broken down couch. When his sister contacts him with a solution to all their problems, he gladly accepts. Shawn, plagued by bad choices, really wants to prove himself and be successful at the brewery. So he packs his bag and heads to Talia’s, hoping for a peaceful night’s sleep. That is until he slides into the wrong bed..... Shawn remembers Jessie as a glasses wearing, nerdy type. He definitely doesn’t remember her as the stunning woman he’s just slid into bed with. On the other hand, Jessie remembers Shawn’s hooking up ways! But she has to admit he’s definitely HOT now! Although Jessie’s not pleased with Talia, she and Shawn agree to be “friends” since they’ll be living together for the summer. When one kiss leads to more, they decide to enjoy themselves until Talia comes home. But will Talia be so accepting? I loved that the “Alpha male” in this story was kind of broken. I liked the he was REAL! Shawn made poor decisions, as we all do. But he truly wanted to be successful, trustworthy, and loved. Very relatable! I liked how Jessie brought out the best in Shawn and fueled his desire to BE better, not only for her but for himself as well. I enjoyed Shawn’s encouragement of Jessie too. I read a gifted copy and all opinions stated are my own.
When Jessie's roommate goes overseas for the summer efforts to find a paying roommate fail. Until her roommate comes through at zero hour with just the right roomie. Her brother Shawn. He arrives in the middle of the night and crawls into bed only to find he's got the wrong room and wakes Jess up and she gets the shock of her life. He was her high school crush, years ago. Jessie is the quiet, bookworm type who keeps to herself and prefers to be unnoticed, yet she wants to date. She had no idea Shawn was her new roommate until she gets a text from his sister the following morning. Talia also warns her off of Shawn and does the same thing to Shawn. Talia is a bit much. Shawn has moved to NY to start a new job, transferred from New Mexico, he works for a microbrewery that is expanding. It's important to him that he does well at this job. Shawn doesn't have the best history with his family about jobs, college etc. His backstory unfolds throughout the book. . Things seem to proceed naturally with these two, they get along, are attracted to each other even though they are both wary because of Talia. I loved watching these two grow throughout the story, despite the looming end date, Shawn got Jessie to step out of the box and Jess helped him see himself through her eyes. Talia comes home earlier than planned and blows her mind because she knows they are together. Talia was the queen of nasty. She threw Jessie back lightyears and Shawn running for his life. We watch to see what happens with Shawn and Jessie. Talia apologizes but too little to late for me. This book had a great plot and real depth of character. I hope to see more of the Red Hook Brewery coming from Rebecca! *arc from NetGalley and Entangled for an honest review*
She is back! We have a new series, or hopefully a new series with this wonderful book. We meet Jessie who is a perfectionist but not very secure in herself. Her best friend Talia has gone away to London and the person who was supposed to sublease her apartment along with Jessie backed out, and now Jessie is stressing since she can't afford the apartment by herself. Talia's brother ends up taking the sublease without Jessie's knowledge and he gives her the surprise of her life. Jessie does not like Shawn based on her experience with him, or knowledge of him when they were in high school. Shawn could not believe that this was the Jessie he remembered because she was beautiful but he knew that he could not go there since he promised his sister he would not mess with any of her friends he has messed up enough in that avenue. Jessie and Shawn can not keep their hands off each other but they both knew that was not very smart, but they couldn't help it and fell in love until it all blew up in their faces. Now what? Do they lose Talia or do they lose what they have? Well grab a copy and find out, you will Enjoy it! Rcvd an ARC at no cost to author..(netgalley) Voluntarily reviewed with my own thoughts and opinions.
When Jessie is in desperate need of a roommate,, her real roommate, Talia, sends her brother, Shawn, without telling Jessie first. When Shawn shows up in the middle of the night, he enters what he thinks is his room and ends up in bed with Jessie. From there this novel is very predictable and filled with lots of sex. The last third of this book was wonderful and made up for the first part. Once Jess and Shawn's secret relationship is outed, their world begins to collapse. This was the best part of this book and was engaging and tugged on my heart strings. It made me feel invested in the characters and care about their HEA ending. If you enjoy the genre, this is well worth reading and deserves a place on your TBR list.
Wrong Bed, Right Roommate is a sexy standalone best friend’s older brother / roommate romance. Jessie is an introverted bookworm who is dedicated to being successful at her new job . Shawn, Jessie’s best friend’s older brother, was known as the good-looking, popular baseball player at high school who never took notice of Jessie. Circumstances led to him being her temporary roommate. I like how the two are opposites and yet they gravitate towards each other. I also liked how Shawn owns up to his faults at the beginning of the book and meets them head on - striving towards maturity, trying to prove himself at a new job, and avoiding the playboy lifestyle. Jessie, I liked her as a heroine, but sometimes annoyed me during the first quarter fo the book because she jumped to conclusions and was so quick to assume that Shawn couldn’t possibly have changed over the years. While this book was predictable, I still found it to be an enjoyable read I received this book for free and I voluntarily leave this review.