“Another extraordinary tale of love and laughter in “Hell.” – Rebecca, Goodreads Review
“I thought Callan and Cricket’s romance was an absolute delight. The sweetness, swoon, feels and humor are ample and flow freely throughout this wonderful story. I absolutely adored these two. I love the chemistry and thought they were incredibly cute together. Friends to lovers is one of my favorite tropes and this one was excellent. The brilliant combination of angst, rich emotion, heart and drama gave me so many feels and had me firmly invested.” – Gladys, Goodreads Review
💞 Best friends…but one of them has always wanted more
💞 Hero is the town’s Mr. Nice Guy…total cinnamon roll hero
💞 Heroine has an illness which forces them to live together
💞 small town RomCom hilarity
Tropes: best-friends-to-lovers, heroine with an illness, hero has that golden retriever + daddy dom energy (okay, it’s not a trope, but it should be!)
The town’s most eligible bachelor just saved my life. I paid him back by puking on him.
Callan Hellman. Mr. Nice Guy paramedic. My best friend.
He buys my friends flowers when he knows they’ve had a hard day. Who does that? Callan’s the guy every girl wants to date and take home to mama. Not me though. We’re just friends. Have been since elementary school. I was the weird girl who kept him laughing with my antics, even when his father abandoned his family and Callan hid those scars behind his smile.
But due to my sudden medical diagnosis at twenty-four, Callan insists I move in with him. I accept and soon regret it. Since when did he grow all those muscles, and why is he allergic to wearing shirts? I’m getting white-picket-fences feelings I have no business feeling, and try as I might to suppress them, Callan makes a bold move that proves he’s carried a love-shaped torch for me for years.
Turns out, best friends make the best lovers, but when Callan’s daddy issues come between us, will his well-meaning brothers be able to patch us up and get our hearts beating together again? Or have I just lost the best friend I’ll ever have?