<— Ooomph for the sound of this one, you guys!!! Natasha Boyd (our beloved author of the “Eversea” series) has just released a new comedy romance series (each one can be read as a standalone), and WOW on the premise of this one (Inconvenient Wife)! My angst-loving friends… tell me this doesn’t get you in the feels:
I love her.
I love her.
I am in love with her.
I am exquisitely, brilliantly, painfully and uncompromisingly in love with my best friend.
And I’m about to be married to someone else.
*ooooooooooomph* RIGHT???!!!!! WHOA. Yes please!!! But there’s more… and the author is going to tease us with all sorts of personal tidbits about this book:
A little intro about this book… by the author herself!
Inconvenient WifeΒ is a stand-alone romantic comedy, and the second offering of the unofficially named Charleston Series. The series started with Accidental Tryst when Trystan Montgomery, a type A, serial dater, from New York, accidentally swapped cellphones with Emmy Dubois,Β a gorgeous red-headed, restaurant Instagrammer from Charleston.Β During the course of their hilarious and sexy back-and-forthβs by text, phone and email, where they become embroiled in each otherβs lives, the reader meets Trystanβs cousin Beau Montgomery.
Grandfather Montgomery has just died and left his business to Trystan, and he also has an inheritance for Beau. But only if Beau gets married. The obvious choice is his best friend, Gwen.
Gwen has been in love with Beau since they were teenagers β¦ so when Beau asks her to step in and do him a solid: get married β¦ of course sheβd say yes, right. Um, no.
We get to see how a life-long friendship, can gradually turn into more, so much more, along with a three-legged dog named Eileen, a fun cast of friends, and Trystan (From Accidental Tryst) of course.
Hereβs an excerpt with Trystan and Beau:
EXCERPTΒ
βSo whatβs the latest on finding a wife?β Trystan asks, popping some peanuts into his mouth as we settle in.
I get him up to speed on as much as I can, including the argument I just had with Gwen, and the stack of potential wives I probably have hitting my inbox as we speak. I hesitate to tell him about the kiss though. For now I keep it to myself. When I get done telling him almost everything thoroughly and honestly, Trystan is quiet and contemplative.
Finally, he takes a long sip of his beer and sets it down.
βBeau,β he says. βI think Gwen is in love with you.β
There are a few moments of silence before I snort with a barely contained chortle.
Then I laugh so hard my eyes begin to prick with tears.
βGod, you are priceless, Trystan,β I say when I can finally find my breath. βNow that youβve been hit with the love stick, youβre seeing it everywhere.β
Trystan throws a peanut at my head. βJust calling it like I see it, arsehole.β
βGwen and I have been friends for a long time. I promise you, Iβd have picked up on something if she felt that way. Besides sheβs been seeing some guy in the military for a few years now.β
βSerious, are they?β
I shrug. βI donβt know. I donβt think so because they hardly ever see each other, but heβs coming in town this week. She seems ecstatic about it.β
βThat doesnβt mean anything.β
βWhatever, Dr. Love.β
βSo are you going to check out these women that responded to the ad?β He nods at my phone.
βI want to, but Iβm a bit nervous. What if one of them is a hulking, three-hundred-pound, ax-wielding murderer named Trevor, whoβs cat-fishing me?β
βRead a few to me. Iβll see if I pick up on anything dodgy.β
I swipe my phone open and click open the emails. βHow about you actually come with me as protection.β
βUm, no.β He sips his beer. βI have plans to rearrange my sock drawer. But thanks anyway.β
βIβll remember that, asshole,β I grumble and pull up the emails. Daisy has very kindly put a name of the applicant in the subject line of each forwarded message. βDelilah,β I start.
βNot bad. Itβs a cute name. Like that song. Go on.β
βLetβs see. Delilah, sixty-seven years olβno.β
Trystan barks out a laugh. βCome on. Donβt be ageist. I know some smoking hot women who are in their sixties.β
βWould you bang them?β I ask, unamused.
He lifts his shoulders, smirking at me.
βThis isnβt funny. And no you wouldnβt.β
βItβs f*cking hilarious. And neither are you going to be banging them, right? Isnβt that the point?β
I cast my eyes back to my phone and frown. βTrue. But I canβt bring someone home to a family dinner whoβs closer to Grandmotherβs age.β
βWhy?β He laughs again. βYou were just telling me how lonely she is. You can bring her a friend.β
βStop punching holes in my case. You should have been a lawyer. Okay. Moving on. Sandra, no age given, feels like sheβd be doing a good deed, and God told her when she was a child that one day she would devote her life in service to someone she didnβt know. And that it would change the world.β
Trystan snorts.
βYeah, I think not.β
βAnd these are the vetted ones?β
βYep.β
βI canβt believe you are taking these seriously.β
βI donβt have much choice. I need a marriage certificate.β I groan.
βAre you sure you donβt want to reexamine your feelings for Gwen?β
βShut up about Gwen already.β
βIβm just saying β¦ she wants sex and kids, right?β
βYeah,β I say patiently.
βSo give those to her. You want kids eventually anyway, right?β
I hate the sensation that snakes through my gut at Trystanβs words. I rake my fingers through my hair and blow out a breath. βIβve already pissed her off. Apparently I insulted her by asking. Iβm not doing it again.β
βBut have you offered her sex? I mean is she still cute? Could you go there?β
Cute? Sheβs gorgeous. I instantly replay our kiss from earlier, and before I can stuff that ill-gotten memory into the tight vault where it needs to forget the light of day, it has my pulse racing and my cock hardening. In public. Christ. I should never have found out what it was like to kiss her. Get a grip, Montgomery. βSheβs fine,β I say tightly. βJust drop it.β
Trystan takes my phone and starts scrolling through the emails. βThis one,β he says. βCall her right now and tell her to come down here. Look, she even sent a picture.β
I look at my phone. βShe looks seventeen. No.β
Trystan takes the phone back. βNo, she doesnβt.β
βFine. Whatβs her story?β
βNeeds a place to live so she can move out of home while she studies.β He looks over the top of the phone at me. βSheβs twenty-two, has a small dog whoβs house-trained, would be willing to cook and do laundry too.β
βGod. Basically, Iβd be married to my housekeeper.β
βThere are worse situations. And this will make me sound jadedββ
βYou are jaded.β
He rolls his eyes and goes on. βBut having someone younger might mean sheβs less jaded and easier to get along with.β
βYouβve had some bad relationship situations with older women, have you? The sixty-year-old?β I smirk.
βF*ck off. And I havenβt had any real relationships. Not really. Until now.β
βAnd youβre not even in one yet. Okay, hand the phone over.β
Trystan types out something on my phone.
βWhat are you doing?β I scowl.
βTexting her. She left her number.β
βGive me that. I can do it.β
He holds it out of the way. βI donβt trust you. Youβre stalling.β
βIβm not.β Okay, maybe I was for a few days, hoping Gwen would help me out. But now I am all business.Β βWhat are you saying?β I ask.
βIβm asking if sheβs free to meet tonight.β
I make a lunge, but Trystan is too fast. βChrist, what are we? Twelve?β I complain.
βIncoming,β Trystan says as he stops and stares at the phone. βThis?β He holds up the screen to face me, his eyebrows raised. βThis is Gwen all grown up?β
Last year, when I got my new smart phone I set up a profile picture I had of Gwen when we were out on a boat her dad had just finished in the fall. We had to deliver it down to the port in Savannah. The weather was cold, and she was all bundled up in a pale cable-knit sweater, her hair flying in the wind and laughing at something Iβd just said. Itβs a great picture, I admit. The call goes to voicemail, and she disappears as the screen goes back to normal.
βJesus, Beau,β says Trystan, shaking his head incredulously. βIβm so sorry I wasnβt here to advise you growing up, because dude, you basically got friend-zoned by the hottest girl in town.β
And Nastasha give us an inside look into her own experience writing her latest release:
Hey Natasha! Is Rom Com new for you?Β
It is! Well β¦ I always love to have a comedic break in tension in a lot of my books, especially when you have the kind of character who can naturally see the funny side of life.Β But this (Charleston) series was really all about having fun, and even though thereβs a lot of love, lust, and emotion, the ultimate feeling is meant to leave the reader with a big, happy, sighing smile!
I have been so thrilled that Accidental Tryst was such a hit with rom-com readers. I hope they love Inconvenient Wife too.Β Itβs a slightly softer pace because the characters have been friends for a long time, but itβs no less touching, light-hearted, swoony and sexy. And amusing.
Whoβs your favorite character in the series?Β
In Accidental Tryst, it was probably the coffee shop owner, Armand.Β In Inconvenient Wife, I think my favorite character is Eileen, Beauβs three-legged rescue dog.
Will there be another in the series?Β
Yes! I have another book due for my publisher, but will be back to Charleston as soon as I can. Iβm also working on a book for my Butler Cove series, since I still have people emailing to askΒ who the baby-daddy is for Lizzieβs son.Β Iβll get there! Eventually! Β Itβs been amazing to write rom com though, because we all need happy endings and laugh-out-loud moments these days. Itβs my civic duty ha ha.
Should we read Accidental Tryst first?Β
No! Yes!Β LOL. You donβt have to. They are COMPLETELY stand-alone stories. But youβll probably want to read Accidental Tryst too, if youβre a rom-com fan, you donβt want to miss Trystan Montgomery and Emmy Dubois. In the meantime, Beau Montgomery and Gwen βGracieβ Thomas will warm your heart and make you swoon to the very last page. You donβt want to miss the way their story ends
Good enough for me!!! Many of us love reading in order. In fact some of us INSIST! But for those of us that like to jump in ’cause the blurb grabs us, it’s always nice when it “can” be read as a standalone. π
Iβm first, fancy that. Must be the jetlag. Throws glitter and twirls.
I just finished Hating you, Loving you. I really enjoyed it. But it was very slow until about half way.
I have my daughters 21st party on Saturday night and so much to do.
And Bev on GR thereβs a message for you. Something you are organising.
That you donβt know about.
Loved this book!!