ginger reading ninja
We shall all be named Charlie
Hiya Reading Ninjas, this week I'm following on from the My Name Is anthology with another name based read by S.L.Scott -
ALONG CAME CHARLIE
Now let me tell you, I love the fact that both the main characters in this book are named Charlie. And even better - you have Charlie A and Charlie B... I wanna be Charlie C. Along Came Charlie is a romcom of the best kind. It's sassy, it's quirky, it's steamy, it's funny... as are both Charlies.
This is such a fun romp with Charlies through Manhattan as friends keep insisting they're 'just friends' despite the fact that everyone, including themselves, know they're not 'just' anything. It's all about that moment when you meet the one person that not only is meant for you, but that person in the world who understands you like no other. And who doesn't want that - plus if their name happens to be Charlie... well all the better.
Now I've never read S.L. Scott before (that I know of anyway), and I really love the way this book is written. I'm definately going to be on the lookout for more from this author - if you happen to have an S.L. Scott recommendation for me - hit me up in the comments. If you've never read this author, or just need something new for your absolute reading pleasure - ALONG CAME CHARLIE releases this week, so click and read.
I’ll be your date, and you’ll be mine. Who says a funeral can’t be romantic? Okay, everyone. Including myself. That doesn’t stop the rumor mill from turning when I show up with a beautiful redhead on my arm. That redhead also just happens to be a stranger, relatively speaking. Charlotte Barrow and I have run into each other a few times—on the subway, at a bar, and now on our way to separate funerals. Instead of the prodigal son who let his parents down showing up alone, I traded favors and brought a date.
The deal made sense at the time. You be my date, and I’ll be yours. Who knew bringing a date to your ex-fiancé’s funeral would cause such a stir? Technically, I did. I invited him anyway for moral support. It didn’t hurt that he was handsome. The coldhearted stares that greeted us didn’t matter. We found comfort in each other and formed a friendship from there. Charles Adams was nothing like my ex. The pressure wasn’t there to be anyone other than who I was. He also loved my cupcakes as much as I enjoyed his company. I always dreamed of finding my soul mate, and then along came Charlie. My perfect match was right here all along. Did I realize it too late?