Vou estar mentindo se disser que não fiquei com um sorrisinho bobo no rosto durante toda a leitura.
É um clichê? Óbvio
Mas você não consegue parar de rir das ideias bobas mas ao mesmo tempo eficazes que esses amigos/ brutamontes/ gostosos/ jogadores profissionais tem de atitudes românticas que com certeza vão conquistar a nossa mocinha.
Se prepara que lá vai um resumo da história
Bree é melhor amg de Nathan desde a escola e eles são apaixonados um pelo outro mas morrem de medo de falar algo, não serem correspondidos e a amizade acabar e por isso guardam esses sentimentos pra si mesmos até que após uma noite de bebedeira a nossa Bree acaba soltando a língua pra uma desconhecida e dá a entender que Nathan é apaixonado por ela. O grande problema? Essa desconhecida é ninguém menos que uma jornalista e no dia seguinte eles são a sensação da internet e disso tudo surge uma proposta irrecusável que envolve contrato de namoro falso.
No meio de toda essa confusão Nathan vê sua grande chance de sair da friendzone e mudar o jogo a seu favor e o melhor, sem correr o risco de perder a amizade, afinal todos os toques serão pura encenação pra mídia, né !?
Daí surge a grande idéia dos 5 jogadores de futebol patetas de escreverem uma espécie de livro de táticas de conquistas. Posso afirmar que agora com certeza sei porque todos estão solteiros.
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Is it ever too late to leave the friend zone? Friends-to-lovers TikTok sensation, The Cheat Sheet, is the rom-com that has readers laughing and rooting for these lovable best friends from the first page!
'A laugh-out-loud romantic comedy' SOPHIE SULLIVAN
'As slapstick funny as it is both sizzling and sweet, this best-friends-to-lovers sports romance brings its RomCom A-game' CHLOE LIESE
'The perfect mix of laugh-out-loud entertaining and intensely tender' DEVON DANIELS
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Discover the heartwarming friends-to-lovers romance that became a sensation on TikTok!
Bree Camden is helplessly (and secretly) in love with her longtime best friend and NFL legend, Nathan Donelson. And that's the least of her problems. After a car accident ended her chance of becoming a ballerina, Bree now runs her own dance studio - if she can afford the rent to keep it open, that is.
When Nathan comes to the rescue and buys the entire building, a stubborn Bree is not happy about it. Rebelling with a couple - okay, maybe more than a couple - of tequila shots, she spills her deepest, darkest secret to a TMZ reporter. One viral video later, the world thinks Nathan and Bree are the perfect couple and Nathan's publicist has an idea that could mean financial security for Bree.
The catch? They have to pretend to be in love. For three. whole. weeks.
Is now the moment for Bree to finally act on her hidden feelings?
And is it possible that Nathan has been hiding some of his own?
FEATURES A NEW CHAPTER AND Q&A WITH SARAH!
- TaalEngels
- UitgeverHeadline Eternal
- Publicatiedatum18 januari 2022
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Sarah Adams was born and raised in Nashville, Tennessee. She loves her family, warm days, and making people smile. Sarah has dreamed of being a writer since she was a girl, but finally wrote her first novel when her daughters were napping and she no longer had any excuses to put it off. Sarah is a coffee addict, a British history nerd, a mom of two daughters, married to her best friend, and an indecisive introvert. Her hope is to write stories that make readers laugh, maybe even cry—but always leave them happier than when they started reading. --Deze tekst verwijst naar de paperback editie.
Fragment. Herdrukt met toestemming. Alle rechten voorbehouden.
1 Bree
Balancing two cups of burning hot coffee and a box of donuts while trying to unlock a front door is not easy. But because I’m the best friend a person could ever ask for—which I will remind Nathan of as soon as I make it inside his apartment—I manage it.
I hiss when I turn the lock and a splash of coffee darts out onto my wrist through the little hole in the lid. I have fair skin, so there’s a one million percent chance it’s going to leave an angry red mark.
The moment I step inside Nathan’s apartment (which really should not be called an apartment because it’s the size of five large apartments smooshed together), the familiar clean and crisp scent of him knocks into me like a bus. I know this smell so well I think I could follow it like a bloodhound if he ever goes missing.
Using the heel of my tennis shoe, I slam the front door shut with enough gusto to warn Nathan that I’m on the premises. ATTENTION ALL SEXY QUARTERBACKS! COVER YOUR GOODS! A GREEDYEYED WOMAN IS IN THE HOUSE!
A high-pitched yelp sounds from the kitchen, and I immediately frown. Peeking around the corner, I find a woman wearing a light pink shorts-and-camisole sleep set pressed into the far corner of the wraparound white marble kitchen counter. She’s clutching a butcher knife to her chest. We’re separated by a massive island, but from the way her eyes are bugging out, you’d think I was holding matching cutlery against the jugular vein in her neck.
“DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!” she screeches, and I immediately roll my eyes, because why does she have to be so screechy? She sounds like a clothespin is pinching the bridge of her nose and she has recently inhaled a whole balloon full of helium.
I would raise my hands in the air so I don’t get knifed to death, but I’m sort of loaded down with breakfast goods—goods for me and Nathan, not Miss Screechy. This isn’t my first rodeo with one of Nathan’s girlfriends, though, so I do what I always do and smile at Kelsey. And yeah, I know her name, because even though she pretends not to remember me every time we meet, she’s been dating Nathan for a few months now and we have met several times. I have no idea how he spends time with this woman. She seems so opposite of the type of person I would pick for him—they all do.
“Kelsey! It’s me, Bree. Remember?” Nathan’s best friend since high school. The woman who was here before you and will be here well after you. REMEMBER ME?!
She releases a big puff of air and lets her shoulders sag in relief. “Oh my gosh, Bree! You scared me to death. I thought you were some stalker girl who broke in somehow.” She sets the knife down, raises one of her perfectly manicured eyebrows, and mumbles not so quietly, “But then again . . . you sort of are.”
I narrow my eyes at her with a tight smile. “Nathan up yet?”
It’s 6:30 a.m. on a Tuesday morning, so I know for a fact he’s already awake. Any girlfriend of Nathan’s knows if she wants to see him at all that day, she has to wake up just as early as he does. Which is why Satin-PJ-Kelsey is standing in the kitchen looking pissed off. No one appreciates the morning quite like Nathan. Well, except for me—I love it too. But we’re sort of weirdos.
She turns her head slowly to me, hate burning in her delicate baby blues. “Yes. He’s in the shower.”
Before our run?
Kelsey looks at me like it grieves her deeply to have to expound. “I accidentally bumped into him when I came into the kitchen a few minutes ago. He had his protein shake in his hand and . . .” She makes an annoyed gesture, letting it finish the story for her: I dumped Nathan’s shake down the front of him. I think it’s killing her to admit she did something human, so I take pity on her and turn away to set the donut box down on the ridiculously large center island.
Nathan’s kitchen is fantastic. It’s designed in monochromatic tones of cream, black, and brass, and an expansive window wall overlooks the ocean. It’s my favorite place in the world to cook, and exactly the opposite of my dumpy little garbage bin five blocks down the road. But that dumpy little garbage bin is affordable and close to my ballet studio, so all in all, I can’t complain.
“I’m sure it wasn’t a big deal. Nathan never gets upset about things like that,” I say to Kelsey, waving my white flag one last time.
She takes out her samurai sword and slices it to shreds. “I already know that.”
Alrighty then.
I take my first sip of coffee and let it warm me under Kelsey’s frigid stare. Nothing to do but wait for Nathan to surface so we can get going with our Tuesday tradition. It dates all the way back to our junior year of high school. I was a sort of self-designated loner in those days, not because I didn’t love people or socializing, but because I lived and breathed ballet. My mom used to encourage me to skip dance occasionally to go to a party and be with my friends. “These days of getting to just be a kid and have fun won’t last forever. Ballet isn’t everything. It’s important to build a life outside of it too,” she said to me on more than one occasion. And of course, like most dutiful teenagers . . . I didn’t listen.
Between dancing and my after-school job working in a restaurant, I didn’t really have friends. But then he happened. I wanted to increase my endurance, so I started running at our school’s track before school, and the only day I could make this happen schedule-wise was on Tuesdays. I showed up one morning and was shocked to see another student already running. Not just any student, but the captain of the football team. Mr. Hottie McHotterson. (Nathan didn’t have an awkward phase. He looked like a twenty-five-year-old at sixteen. So unfair.)
Jocks were supposed to be rude. Chauvinistic. Full of themselves. Not Nathan. He saw me in my scuffed-up sneakers, curly hair piled on my head in the grossest bun anyone has ever seen, and he stopped running. He came over and introduced himself with his huge trademark smile and asked if I wanted to run with him. We talked the entire time, instant best friends with so much in common, despite our different upbringings.
Yeah, you guessed it—he comes from a wealthy family. His dad is the CEO of a tech company and has never shown much interest in Nathan unless he’s showing him off on the golf course in front of his work friends, and his mom pretty much just hung around and badgered him to make it to the top and bring her into the limelight with him. They always had money, but what they didn’t have until Nathan made it big was social standing. In case you can’t tell, I’m not a huge fan of his parents.
So anyway, thus began our Tuesday tradition. And the exact moment I fell for Nathan? I can pinpoint it down to the second.
We were on our final lap of that very first run together when his hand caught mine. He tugged me to a stop then bent down in front of me and tied my shoe. He could have just told me it was untied, but no—Nathan’s not like that. It doesn’t matter who you are or how famous he is; if your shoe is untied, he’s going to tie it for you. I’ve never met anyone else like that. I was so gone for him from day one.
We were both so determined to achieve success, despite how young we were. He always knew he’d end up in the NFL, and I knew I was headed to Juilliard and then to dance in a company after. One of those dreams became a reality, and one did not. Unfortunately, we lost touch during college (fine, I made us lose touch), but I serendipitously moved to LA after graduating when a friend told me about another friend who was looking to hire an assistant instructor at her dance studio just as Nathan signed with the LA Sharks and moved to town as well.
We bumped into each other at a coffee shop, he asked if I wanted to go for a jog on Tuesday for old time’s sake, and the rest was history. Our friendship picked right back up as if no time had passed at all, and unfortunately, my heart still pined for him the same as it had back then too.
The funny thing is, Nathan was never projected to reach the heights in his career that he has. Nope, Nathan Donelson was drafted in the seventh round, and he effectively warmed the bench as a backup quarterback for two whole years. He never got discouraged, though. He worked harder, trained harder, and made sure he was ready if his time came to take the field, because that’s how Nathan approaches everything in life: with nothing but 100 percent effort.
And then one day, it all paid off for him. --Deze tekst verwijst naar de paperback editie.
Balancing two cups of burning hot coffee and a box of donuts while trying to unlock a front door is not easy. But because I’m the best friend a person could ever ask for—which I will remind Nathan of as soon as I make it inside his apartment—I manage it.
I hiss when I turn the lock and a splash of coffee darts out onto my wrist through the little hole in the lid. I have fair skin, so there’s a one million percent chance it’s going to leave an angry red mark.
The moment I step inside Nathan’s apartment (which really should not be called an apartment because it’s the size of five large apartments smooshed together), the familiar clean and crisp scent of him knocks into me like a bus. I know this smell so well I think I could follow it like a bloodhound if he ever goes missing.
Using the heel of my tennis shoe, I slam the front door shut with enough gusto to warn Nathan that I’m on the premises. ATTENTION ALL SEXY QUARTERBACKS! COVER YOUR GOODS! A GREEDYEYED WOMAN IS IN THE HOUSE!
A high-pitched yelp sounds from the kitchen, and I immediately frown. Peeking around the corner, I find a woman wearing a light pink shorts-and-camisole sleep set pressed into the far corner of the wraparound white marble kitchen counter. She’s clutching a butcher knife to her chest. We’re separated by a massive island, but from the way her eyes are bugging out, you’d think I was holding matching cutlery against the jugular vein in her neck.
“DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!” she screeches, and I immediately roll my eyes, because why does she have to be so screechy? She sounds like a clothespin is pinching the bridge of her nose and she has recently inhaled a whole balloon full of helium.
I would raise my hands in the air so I don’t get knifed to death, but I’m sort of loaded down with breakfast goods—goods for me and Nathan, not Miss Screechy. This isn’t my first rodeo with one of Nathan’s girlfriends, though, so I do what I always do and smile at Kelsey. And yeah, I know her name, because even though she pretends not to remember me every time we meet, she’s been dating Nathan for a few months now and we have met several times. I have no idea how he spends time with this woman. She seems so opposite of the type of person I would pick for him—they all do.
“Kelsey! It’s me, Bree. Remember?” Nathan’s best friend since high school. The woman who was here before you and will be here well after you. REMEMBER ME?!
She releases a big puff of air and lets her shoulders sag in relief. “Oh my gosh, Bree! You scared me to death. I thought you were some stalker girl who broke in somehow.” She sets the knife down, raises one of her perfectly manicured eyebrows, and mumbles not so quietly, “But then again . . . you sort of are.”
I narrow my eyes at her with a tight smile. “Nathan up yet?”
It’s 6:30 a.m. on a Tuesday morning, so I know for a fact he’s already awake. Any girlfriend of Nathan’s knows if she wants to see him at all that day, she has to wake up just as early as he does. Which is why Satin-PJ-Kelsey is standing in the kitchen looking pissed off. No one appreciates the morning quite like Nathan. Well, except for me—I love it too. But we’re sort of weirdos.
She turns her head slowly to me, hate burning in her delicate baby blues. “Yes. He’s in the shower.”
Before our run?
Kelsey looks at me like it grieves her deeply to have to expound. “I accidentally bumped into him when I came into the kitchen a few minutes ago. He had his protein shake in his hand and . . .” She makes an annoyed gesture, letting it finish the story for her: I dumped Nathan’s shake down the front of him. I think it’s killing her to admit she did something human, so I take pity on her and turn away to set the donut box down on the ridiculously large center island.
Nathan’s kitchen is fantastic. It’s designed in monochromatic tones of cream, black, and brass, and an expansive window wall overlooks the ocean. It’s my favorite place in the world to cook, and exactly the opposite of my dumpy little garbage bin five blocks down the road. But that dumpy little garbage bin is affordable and close to my ballet studio, so all in all, I can’t complain.
“I’m sure it wasn’t a big deal. Nathan never gets upset about things like that,” I say to Kelsey, waving my white flag one last time.
She takes out her samurai sword and slices it to shreds. “I already know that.”
Alrighty then.
I take my first sip of coffee and let it warm me under Kelsey’s frigid stare. Nothing to do but wait for Nathan to surface so we can get going with our Tuesday tradition. It dates all the way back to our junior year of high school. I was a sort of self-designated loner in those days, not because I didn’t love people or socializing, but because I lived and breathed ballet. My mom used to encourage me to skip dance occasionally to go to a party and be with my friends. “These days of getting to just be a kid and have fun won’t last forever. Ballet isn’t everything. It’s important to build a life outside of it too,” she said to me on more than one occasion. And of course, like most dutiful teenagers . . . I didn’t listen.
Between dancing and my after-school job working in a restaurant, I didn’t really have friends. But then he happened. I wanted to increase my endurance, so I started running at our school’s track before school, and the only day I could make this happen schedule-wise was on Tuesdays. I showed up one morning and was shocked to see another student already running. Not just any student, but the captain of the football team. Mr. Hottie McHotterson. (Nathan didn’t have an awkward phase. He looked like a twenty-five-year-old at sixteen. So unfair.)
Jocks were supposed to be rude. Chauvinistic. Full of themselves. Not Nathan. He saw me in my scuffed-up sneakers, curly hair piled on my head in the grossest bun anyone has ever seen, and he stopped running. He came over and introduced himself with his huge trademark smile and asked if I wanted to run with him. We talked the entire time, instant best friends with so much in common, despite our different upbringings.
Yeah, you guessed it—he comes from a wealthy family. His dad is the CEO of a tech company and has never shown much interest in Nathan unless he’s showing him off on the golf course in front of his work friends, and his mom pretty much just hung around and badgered him to make it to the top and bring her into the limelight with him. They always had money, but what they didn’t have until Nathan made it big was social standing. In case you can’t tell, I’m not a huge fan of his parents.
So anyway, thus began our Tuesday tradition. And the exact moment I fell for Nathan? I can pinpoint it down to the second.
We were on our final lap of that very first run together when his hand caught mine. He tugged me to a stop then bent down in front of me and tied my shoe. He could have just told me it was untied, but no—Nathan’s not like that. It doesn’t matter who you are or how famous he is; if your shoe is untied, he’s going to tie it for you. I’ve never met anyone else like that. I was so gone for him from day one.
We were both so determined to achieve success, despite how young we were. He always knew he’d end up in the NFL, and I knew I was headed to Juilliard and then to dance in a company after. One of those dreams became a reality, and one did not. Unfortunately, we lost touch during college (fine, I made us lose touch), but I serendipitously moved to LA after graduating when a friend told me about another friend who was looking to hire an assistant instructor at her dance studio just as Nathan signed with the LA Sharks and moved to town as well.
We bumped into each other at a coffee shop, he asked if I wanted to go for a jog on Tuesday for old time’s sake, and the rest was history. Our friendship picked right back up as if no time had passed at all, and unfortunately, my heart still pined for him the same as it had back then too.
The funny thing is, Nathan was never projected to reach the heights in his career that he has. Nope, Nathan Donelson was drafted in the seventh round, and he effectively warmed the bench as a backup quarterback for two whole years. He never got discouraged, though. He worked harder, trained harder, and made sure he was ready if his time came to take the field, because that’s how Nathan approaches everything in life: with nothing but 100 percent effort.
And then one day, it all paid off for him. --Deze tekst verwijst naar de paperback editie.
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- ASIN : B09QC9Y6RN
- Uitgever : Headline Eternal (18 januari 2022)
- Taal : Engels
- Bestandsgrootte : 2558 KB
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- Schermlezer : Ondersteund
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- Printlengte : 306 pagina's
- Aantal pagina's van bron-ISBN : B09CGFPGHQ
- Plaats in bestsellerlijst: #4,489 in Kindle Store (Top 100 in bekijkenKindle Store)
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Beoordeeld in het Verenigd Koninkrijk op 16 november 2021
I hate DNFfing. Really, I do. But this was awful. It’s the type of book you start to hate at 10% but keep on going to try and give it a shot. But Bree made me want to die from embarrassment and cringe and Nathan was annoying as hell. Not even the good annoying - just the straight up ‘give it a break’ annoying. I disliked the constant use of capital letters and exclamation marks, especially in Bree’s internal dialogue. I would not recommend.
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3,0 van 5 sterren
3.5* - sweet story, nice light read
Beoordeeld in het Verenigd Koninkrijk op 20 augustus 2021
I hadn't read anything by this author before, I decided I'd give her book a go. The plot itself is nothing new, but you can read loads of similar books and still find nothing but duds. This isn't one of them. The writing flows really well and at the right pace all the way through. The main characters are likable and fun and the author doesn't get you too bogged down in the backstory - there's just enough.
As someone who has suffered from panic attacks, I tend to cringe when I can tell it's where a character is heading as some authors get it totally wrong. This is actually done well here, and in particular, I like the fact that the guilt element (feeling like you haven't the 'right' to feel the way you do)was done with understanding.
Its not a ground-breaking book, and if you like sex scenes, it's not the one for you. However, if you want a light, fun, warm read, then give it a go. I'll be trying the author again I think.
As someone who has suffered from panic attacks, I tend to cringe when I can tell it's where a character is heading as some authors get it totally wrong. This is actually done well here, and in particular, I like the fact that the guilt element (feeling like you haven't the 'right' to feel the way you do)was done with understanding.
Its not a ground-breaking book, and if you like sex scenes, it's not the one for you. However, if you want a light, fun, warm read, then give it a go. I'll be trying the author again I think.
Molly
4,0 van 5 sterren
Sweet, funny, romantic
Beoordeeld in het Verenigd Koninkrijk op 12 mei 2022
Guyssss, this book was so cute I couldn't cope!
I adored these two characters. Bree was so cute, lovely, unique and hilarious. I loved her description, it was nice having a main character who wasn't the standard tall, slim brunette. Nathan was loveable, charming, and the perfect best friend. I was rooting for these two the whole way. The writing was one of my favourites - I really enjoyed the body positvity, women empowerment theme running through this book and I think the author did a really good job of portraying anxiety in an honest way.
I did think the miscommunication between them was sooo frustrating though, this was a total slow burner. Although I really enjoyed the soft, sweet moments, I was waiting for the more intense steamy scenes and I never got them! I was disappointed with the ending as I thought it was super rushed after waiting such a long time for the outcome we wanted. But, overall, I definintely recommend and thoroughly enjoyed.
I adored these two characters. Bree was so cute, lovely, unique and hilarious. I loved her description, it was nice having a main character who wasn't the standard tall, slim brunette. Nathan was loveable, charming, and the perfect best friend. I was rooting for these two the whole way. The writing was one of my favourites - I really enjoyed the body positvity, women empowerment theme running through this book and I think the author did a really good job of portraying anxiety in an honest way.
I did think the miscommunication between them was sooo frustrating though, this was a total slow burner. Although I really enjoyed the soft, sweet moments, I was waiting for the more intense steamy scenes and I never got them! I was disappointed with the ending as I thought it was super rushed after waiting such a long time for the outcome we wanted. But, overall, I definintely recommend and thoroughly enjoyed.
Chloe R
5,0 van 5 sterren
A Closed Door Rom-Com
Beoordeeld in het Verenigd Koninkrijk op 9 december 2021
5⭐
"Bree is everything I aspire to be, everything I love, everything I desire. She holds my heart, and, with all that I am, I hope she never gives it back."
that way - tate mcrae
This is my favourite romance book ever. It has me giggling like a school girl. I absolutely love Bree and Nathan's friendship. The fact that neither of them wanted to cross the line despite their feelings had me on my toes because of the way they were secretly pining for each other.
Nathan has set the standard. The love he shows Bree is unbeatable, it's the little things she never even knew about that sent me through the roof. Bree was super sweet and funny, she deliberately acted immature sometimes but it wasn't in an irritating way imo.
A perfect romcom that is a slow burn + sports romance. Best friends to lovers the right way.
Content: closed door + mild language
"Bree is everything I aspire to be, everything I love, everything I desire. She holds my heart, and, with all that I am, I hope she never gives it back."
that way - tate mcrae
This is my favourite romance book ever. It has me giggling like a school girl. I absolutely love Bree and Nathan's friendship. The fact that neither of them wanted to cross the line despite their feelings had me on my toes because of the way they were secretly pining for each other.
Nathan has set the standard. The love he shows Bree is unbeatable, it's the little things she never even knew about that sent me through the roof. Bree was super sweet and funny, she deliberately acted immature sometimes but it wasn't in an irritating way imo.
A perfect romcom that is a slow burn + sports romance. Best friends to lovers the right way.
Content: closed door + mild language
