friend of the opposite sex? The one where, if you’re both still single, lonely
and hopeless at thirty, you’ll marry each other?This is the story about what happens when you hit the big three-oh and have to
make good on that pinky promise.
Personally, I think love, romance and all of that nonsense is a crock of, well,
you know. And Reese Collins, the boy who used to put worms in my hair at
backyard barbecues, knows that better than anyone.
But when he moves to the same city I’ve happily, and singly, inhabited for
years, memories of oaths past resurface. Reese is like a dog with a bone; a
really hot dog and that bone just happens to be me.
He won’t stop hounding me, and the crazy thing is, my frigid, traitorous heart
is starting to cave. For my best friend.
It seems so far off, when you’re a kid playing Monopoly in your treehouse. But
when that clock strikes midnight on your thirtieth birthday, and you’re
standing alone in front of a grocery store-bought cupcake, a childhood deal to
walk down the aisle doesn’t seem so silly anymore.
novels such as Red Card and Privileged, Carrie Aarons writes sexy, swoony and
sarcastic characters who won’t get out of her head until she puts them down on
still can’t fathom that she gets to live her dream each and every day.
husband, snuggling her infant daughter, and chasing her black Lab through the
dog parks of New Jersey.