You’re just friends that work together. Nothing more. Riiiiiiiiight?
When Georgia’s boyfriend Sam tells her he’s meeting up with his ex, she’s living every girlfriend’s worst nightmare. Because it’s not just any ex, it’s his first love – the relationship everyone thought would last forever. Convinced she’s one Pinot Grigio-fuelled evening away from having to argue custody of their beloved cat, she turns to her work husband for help.
Jamie fixes all Georgia’s work crises (like that time she jammed the printer so badly it started smoking…) so when he suggests faking a romance to make Sam jealous, she’s all ears. After all, he’s already her work husband, how hard can it be to pretend he’s something more?
From flirty texts to a dangerous number of G&Ts in the local pub, Jamie’s declarations of love soon start to get out of hand. Suddenly, Georgia’s not sure her work husband was the best choice to help her keep hold of her (hopefully) future husband.
Georgia has watched enough romcoms to know office romances are not a good idea and, as she soon finds out, even fake ones can be dangerous… Is she prepared for what happens when fake dating turns out to be not so fake after all?
A warm and fabulous romantic comedy, perfect for anyone who has ever thought about crossing the line at work. Perfect for fans of Emily Henry, Sophie Kinsella, and Mhairi McFarlane.
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Favorite Quotes:
My feet might still be on the ground, but only gravity was keeping them there. I felt unmoored, like I might drift away.
‘Men like him don’t see women as friends.’ Ava’s voice was harsh, her eyes as cold and still as pebbles in a stream. ‘I don’t think they even see us as people.’
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My Review:
While the writing was easy to fall into and often witty and funny, the storyline kept me on edge, as I felt uneasy knowing the damage cheating and game-playing does. I was annoyed with both main characters for their behavior and wanted to give both a swift kick to their hindquarters with my trusty crocs. But despite my tension, I couldn’t stop reading this crafty scribbler’s tale, as I was hopelessly hooked and needed to know what happened. I generated multiple theories, but all of those turned out to be pitifully wrong. I love when that happens!
Sophie Ranald is the youngest of five sisters. She was born in Zimbabwe and lived in South Africa until an acute case of itchy feet brought her to London in her mid-20s. As an editor for a customer publishing agency, Sophie developed her fiction-writing skills describing holidays to places she’d never visited. In 2011, she decided to disregard all the good advice given to aspiring novelists and attempt to write full-time. After one false start, It Would Be Wrong to Steal My Sister’s Boyfriend (Wouldn’t It?) seemed to write itself, and six more novels have followed. Sophie also writes for magazines and online about food, fashion, finance, and fitness. She lives in southeast London with her amazing partner Hopi and their two adorable cats.
