Name: Ten Trends to Seduce Your Best Friend
ISBN: 9781942874836

Penny Reid

A new standalone romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Penny Reid coming March 15th, 2022!

Ten Trends to Seduce Your Best Friend

necesito más pero a la vez el final fue un cierre perfecto.

“I’ve loved you for years. You are the stars in the sky, the start and the finish. I’ll die loving you, wanting you, and the torture of you is better than the bliss of anyone else. Last night, when you wore those leggings, your ass did look like a peach, and I’ve never wanted to bite something so much.”

Her wide eyes had returned, as had her breathlessness. “You’re very drunk.”

“And you are all my sunrises and sunsets, rain on green leaves, fireworks reflected in a smooth lake, and a wood fire on the coldest winter day. You are sex and sin and a guardian angel. You are every beat of my heart and every moment of peace and every hour of pandemonium. You are the sweetest torture I’ve ever known. And you . . . will never feel one tenth for me what I feel for you. And that, also, is perfect.”

Winnie bowed her head. “Are you trying to make me spontaneously combust, Byron?”

I shrugged. Or tried to. “The inferno inside me honors the spark within you, for however long it burns. Mine will persist, though yours may desist.”

Turning, she placed my arm over her shoulders again and guided me to the next flight of stairs. “Now you’re rhyming.”

“I love you. Thus, I am a fool. For all who love as I do are fools. But if you are ready and willing, I will learn how to be the person you deserve. I’ll learn how to cook all gluten-free meals and not hate the sound other people make when they chew. Or swallow. Or talk. Or breathe.”

He grunted. “I’ve been in love with you for years, Fred. The only thing I’m tired of is being without you. And the only thing that exhausts me is the idea of spending another six, or twenty, or fifty years knowing I could have lived my life by your side, but was too fucking lazy to do what was required to make it happen.”

“I’m saying I cried my eyes out when you left and felt like the world was ending. I’m saying I was absolutely devastated when I thought of losing you. I’m saying if you were hoping I’d hand over my fortified heart at some point in the future, too bad. It’s already yours. It’s been yours longer than I’d like to admit but I’d buried my feelings under fear until you made it impossible for me to hide any longer. I’m saying I love you, I’m in love with you, and you are so freaking cute sometimes, it kills me.”

Byron leaned toward me, eyes wide and searching. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” I stole a kiss, just a quick press of lips, and nodded firmly. “I’m sure.”

He swallowed, hope battling doubt, his grip on my wrist growing lax. “This seems fast.”

“How can you say that?” Now I shook my head, I laughed my denial as a rush of stinging tears flooded my eyes. “It doesn’t feel fast to me.”

“What does it feel like?” The question was a rough, halting whisper and his features told me he was greedy for my answer.

I cupped his jaw again, enjoying the sensation of his perpetually stubbly cheek against my palm. “It feels like you snuck past my defenses when I wasn’t looking, Byron Visser. You were simply yourself and I had no choice but to love you. That’s what it feels like.”

“This feels like fiction.” His stare was absorbed, a little frantic, like I might disappear if he blinked. “This feels like something I’ve conjured from my imagination.”

“No.” He pulled in a shaky breath, his eyelashes flickering. “Because it’s perfect.”

shar

🏹ByronWinnifred my beloveds🏹

necesito más pero a la vez el final fue un cierre perfecto.



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“I’ve loved you for years. You are the stars in the sky, the start and the finish. I’ll die loving you, wanting you, and the torture of you is better than the bliss of anyone else. Last night, when you wore those leggings, your ass did look like a peach, and I’ve never wanted to bite something so much.”

Her wide eyes had returned, as had her breathlessness. “You’re very drunk.”

“And you are all my sunrises and sunsets, rain on green leaves, fireworks reflected in a smooth lake, and a wood fire on the coldest winter day. You are sex and sin and a guardian angel. You are every beat of my heart and every moment of peace and every hour of pandemonium. You are the sweetest torture I’ve ever known. And you . . . will never feel one tenth for me what I feel for you. And that, also, is perfect.”

Winnie bowed her head. “Are you trying to make me spontaneously combust, Byron?”

I shrugged. Or tried to. “The inferno inside me honors the spark within you, for however long it burns. Mine will persist, though yours may desist.”

Turning, she placed my arm over her shoulders again and guided me to the next flight of stairs. “Now you’re rhyming.”

“I love you. Thus, I am a fool. For all who love as I do are fools. But if you are ready and willing, I will learn how to be the person you deserve. I’ll learn how to cook all gluten-free meals and not hate the sound other people make when they chew. Or swallow. Or talk. Or breathe.”




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He grunted. “I’ve been in love with you for years, Fred. The only thing I’m tired of is being without you. And the only thing that exhausts me is the idea of spending another six, or twenty, or fifty years knowing I could have lived my life by your side, but was too fucking lazy to do what was required to make it happen.”


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“I’m saying I cried my eyes out when you left and felt like the world was ending. I’m saying I was absolutely devastated when I thought of losing you. I’m saying if you were hoping I’d hand over my fortified heart at some point in the future, too bad. It’s already yours. It’s been yours longer than I’d like to admit but I’d buried my feelings under fear until you made it impossible for me to hide any longer. I’m saying I love you, I’m in love with you, and you are so freaking cute sometimes, it kills me.”

Byron leaned toward me, eyes wide and searching. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” I stole a kiss, just a quick press of lips, and nodded firmly. “I’m sure.”

He swallowed, hope battling doubt, his grip on my wrist growing lax. “This seems fast.”

“How can you say that?” Now I shook my head, I laughed my denial as a rush of stinging tears flooded my eyes. “It doesn’t feel fast to me.”

“What does it feel like?” The question was a rough, halting whisper and his features told me he was greedy for my answer.

I cupped his jaw again, enjoying the sensation of his perpetually stubbly cheek against my palm. “It feels like you snuck past my defenses when I wasn’t looking, Byron Visser. You were simply yourself and I had no choice but to love you. That’s what it feels like.”

“This feels like fiction.” His stare was absorbed, a little frantic, like I might disappear if he blinked. “This feels like something I’ve conjured from my imagination.”

“Because I surprised you?”

“No.” He pulled in a shaky breath, his eyelashes flickering. “Because it’s perfect.”


Nicola Sarah Brooks

GrumpSunshine, friends to lovers - RomCom at it's best!

Byron and Winnie are just a match made in heaven - even with some roadblocks shoved in their way - insert TikTok videos and a hairdye gone wild! 

Byron is as deep as the ocean on occasion but his voice wasn't equally heard which was my main quibble - mostly everything was from Winnie's point of view. Winnie is a great character - she can stand on her own two feet and take care of herself, she is no damsel in distress. 

Absolute gem!

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