Published by Self-Published on 06/04/2017
Soren Decker. He’s the epitome of the “bad boy, good man” persona. The best of both worlds. The worst of them too. He’s the type of guy most girls wouldn’t mind sharing a confined space with, except my new roommate isn’t all swagger and chiseled abs.
He’s bossy. Messy. Cocky. Infuriating. Doesn’t believe in personal space. Has no qualms about roaming the apartment with a loincloth-sized towel cinched around his waist. Seems under the delusion he’s my personal protector (refer back to infuriating). He plays college baseball and holds down a part-time job—I don’t know where he finds the time to get on my nerves.
We have nothing in common . . . except our attraction to one another. And in six hundred square feet of shared space, the tension only has so much room to grow before one of us gives in to temptation. But really, what chance do a couple of young kids chasing their dreams in the big city have of making it?
Since Soren claims I know squat about sports (he might have a semi-point), here’s a stat for him—one in a million. That’s our odds.
Roommates with Benefits started off pretty strong. I felt that Hayden’s back story seemed a tad dramatic but I was going to go with it. Soren was likeable from the beginning. He was a hottie baseball player living in NYC with a smart ass mouth. The first time he met Hayden was fraught with tension and sparks and I couldn’t wait to get more of their dynamic. And I wasn’t let down.
Until I was. There was an unnecessary amount of drama that I could mostly deal with, but then there was a very pivotal moment for me in the book when it all started to take a turn. About three quarters of the way through the book, there was something so ridiculous and unbelievable and cheesy that I couldn’t ignore any of it anymore. And it just continued to go downhill from there.
When I read, I do so knowing full well that what I’m reading is fiction. But for me to be able to really enjoy it, it’s got to have some measure of believability. I have to believe that what I’m reading could happen in real life for me to really escape into it. In the last quarter of the book though, that was really lost for me. I think if you’re someone who can suspend belief with no issue then you’ll enjoy this book. No, let me rephrase that. Because I can’t do it and I still enjoyed it. But if you can suspend belief then I think you’ll love it. Up until that point I did. I love Nicole Williams and I will continue to read her books, this one just isn’t going to crack the top of the list for me.