Let your homeless best friend stay with you, he said. Being roommates will be fun, he said. It’s only temporary, he said.
He never said I’d fall for him.
The Roommate Agreement, all-new hilarious and romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Emma Hart is available now!
Title: The Roommate Agreement
Author: Emma Hart
Genre: Adult romantic comedy
Release Date: March 26th, 2019
Source: E-galley received from Social Butterfly PR which did not influence my opinion
My rating: 5 stars
Maybe even funnier, is that I’m writing this review as I’ve switched over to TBS in order to watch their usual Tuesday night marathon of The Big Bang Theory. So, obviously, the whole TBBT references sold me right there. But that might not be enough to sell you, so let me tell you what else was so great about this story.
The best friends living together, the banter between them, the great friends, the hilarious situations they got into, those are just a few of the other things that I loved about this book. It seems that a staple in this author’s stories are a crazy grandparent, and in this one, we’ve got Jay’s grandma, who hates snakes, but has a little dog that likes to bring the snakes in and give them to her. I love that again we have nice families that are so much fun. I know that may not be enough drama or relatable for some, but it is so much what my family get-togethers are like that I feel home when I read these parts of her stories. The best friends to lovers trope is done to perfection by Emma Hart, as shown not only in this story, but also in the other ones by her I’ve read.
I don’t know how much more I can go on about how much I loved this story without talking a whole lot more about a lot more references to The Big Bang Theory. So I’ll just end by saying it is a sweet, fun, easy, and very quick read!
Okay, I can’t resist, one more, I have to compare this story to a Moon Pie, because it was so nummy-nummy, I just ate it up!
Shelby shut the door with a click and peered over at me. “What are you writing? If it’s permission to use the feather duster as a sex toy, the answer is no. Unless you buy your own, but if you haven’t figured out where the laundry room is yet, I doubt you’ll find where to buy one.”
She was as funny as a car crash, this one.
“Hilarious,” I drawled. “No, I’m making amendments as I go. I added a new rule.”
“You added a new rule?” She raised one dark eyebrow and walked over, hovering over me. “All right, what is it?”
“Decent clothes must be worn. Do you know how many times I wake up early on a morning to open the gym and find you basically in your underwear in the kitchen?”
“Basically in my underwear? Who are you seeing in the kitchen? I wear shorts and a tank top at the very least.”
“Yes, but the shorts barely cover your ass, and you’re sure as hell not wearing a bra.”
She paused, eyes glittering as she said, “And why are you looking at my ass and my boobs?”
That was an excellent question.
“Because there’s nowhere else to look!” I rushed out before my stupid cock could get any ideas. “Look, waking up in the morning can be challenging for a guy.”
She stared at me.
“I don’t need to get up for a coffee with… you know.” I motioned to my groin. “And see you half-clothed.”
She flicked her hair over her shoulder and walked to the kitchen, turning her back to me. “Why does it matter? I’m your best friend. I hardly think your little friend is remotely interested in whether or not I’m wearing a bra.”
Yeah, well, he is.
“Fine. If I have to wake up and see your perky nipples prancing around the kitchen, I’m going to stroll around in my underwear so you can get a good view of my morning glory.”
She spun, lifting up a finger. Her cheeks were flushed, and she had to swallow before she could speak. “My nipples do not prance. They are not horses.”
“Also, I have no desire to have anything to do with your morning erection, much less get a good view of it, thank you very much.”
“Have I told you that you’re cute when you blush?”
“Have I told you that you’d be a cute dead guy?”
I laughed, leaning back on the sofa. “C’mon, Shelbs. We need to respect each other’s privacy. You don’t want to see my cock hard over your breakfast, and I don’t want to see your nipples standing to attention when I make a coffee.”
She sighed. “Why did I ever let you move in again?”
“Because I was going to be homeless and you’re the best friend ever?”
Emma Hart is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty novels and has been translated into several different languages.
She is a mother, wife, lover of wine, Pink Goddess, and valiant rescuer of wild baby hedgehogs.
Emma prides herself on her realistic, snarky smut, with comebacks that would make a PMS-ing teenage girl proud.
Yes, really. She’s that sarcastic.