The Cheat Sheet - Sarah Adams

If I were in the build-a-boy business, let me tell you—I would be building Nathan Donelson. This man is the epitome of “written by a woman,” and I loved every second of it. He’s a pro football player whose life has basically been dedicated to the sport since he popped out of the womb. Well, and dedicated to… his best friend… girl… friend, Bree Camden.

She’s an ex-ballerina (I’ll let her tell you what happened) who now teaches dance classes and goes for a run every Tuesday with her mans—I mean best friend.

This story is for the slow burn lovers… and I mean slow burn. Now combine a slow burn with a longtime friends-to-lovers trope and what do you get? Perfection—and giggle-worthy swooning is what you get.

I kept waiting for this man to mess up or give me the ick, but it just never came (collective gasp, I know). Well… okay, that’s not totally true—but it’s not necessarily about him, just something he says. The main girl’s name is Bree Camden, but her nickname is… wait for it… Bree Cheese. Now maybe this is endearing and cute to you, but it is the foulest thing I’ve ever heard. Like, what girl wants to be nicknamed after smelly cheese??

Now if you’re looking for a smutty book, this ain’t the one for you—but I can promise you that the tension is there. And you won’t be disappointed by the end (no spoilers, I promise, but ahhhh). Speaking of tension, every single line in this book is steeped in it. Nathan is a silent yearner who will choose this girl over every person in his life—and I mean every person. He knows her favorite everything and accepts her exactly as she is. And have I mentioned the tension between them yet?

Now imagine: two best friends who already have insane chemistry getting thrown into a fake relationship. One word—TENSION.

So, all in all, you need to read this book. It’s amazing. And you can pretend that there are good men out there—ones who are willing to put in the work to win their women over, while treating them like gold and actually respecting their boundaries. Sigh... if only Nathan Donelson were real.