Turning thirty is overrated. Who said you had to be married with a fabulous career and three kids? I had a great life. Single, freedom to do whatever I please, and best of all, stay home on a Friday night in my sweats, eating pizza while listening to the best of the ’80s.
When a woman says she’s fine, she’s not fine. Zoey had it all. Stunning looks, ambition, the whole package. Then he fucked her up. He broke her.
And now I’m left picking up the pieces…again.
Zoey Richards, strong-willed and driven, settled on the geeky struggling med student to share her apartment with, not the perfect-in-every-way stud who would just distract her and undoubtedly break her heart.
When her ex comes back into the picture, Zoey seeks revenge and enlists her roommate’s help. All Zoey and Drew need to do is pretend to be a couple for one night. But one night can change everything. Refusing to break their “roomie code,” and in an effort to deny their feelings for each other, a war erupts between Zoey and Drew.
She lives in the past; he, for the future. If opposites attract, will these two gamble their friendship for a chance at love?
So have you ever read a blurb for a book and got so excited, thinking yes this book is going to be da bomb and you can’t wait to get your hands only to be let down? That is sort of what happened to me with Roomie Wars. Now before you get to thinking that I didn’t like the book, that is actually the farthest from the truth, I really did like it and will recommend it to you all to read but for me it was missing something.
Zoey and Drew will have you hoping for the best while at the same time wanting to slap the ever loving hell out of both of them, to hating one, then the other and then loving them all over again. So yes wrap your kindle in some form of protection because it is very possible you will throw your kindle. I think what I really wanted was Zoey and Drew without all the added bullshit and yes I know that the bullshit is what helps make the story it doesn’t mean that sometimes this book whore just wants happiness. And no before you wonder what I have been smoking because you know I love these kinds of angsty drama filled books, but sometimes I just want happy. I think it is my mood, hell maybe I should smoke something I don’t know but Zoey and Drew just missed that mark that kept me from loving it. So take this review with a grain of salt and read Roomie Wars for yourself, and let me know if you like it, loved it, or not.
“What’s wrong with being single? Sex isn’t everything,” I play it off. “Besides, lots of people masturbate and it’s perfectly healthy. In fact, studies have shown that people who masturbate daily have longer and happier lifespans than those that don’t.”
“Says the man who has a revolving door in his bedroom.” She rolls her eyes. “And you’re trying to sell masturbation to me over the touch of a man?”
“Yes.” I act confidently. “But it’s different for a male. The whole sex thing. It doesn’t matter how many women we sleep with.”
“No it’s not, Drew. Women equally have that urge. That need to get down and dirty as much as a man. It’s just not as widely accepted for women to feel that way without being called a tramp.”
“You don’t need a guy to validate yourself.” I sound like a fucking hypocrite, given that I was trying to push her onto Rob that day at the beach. But that was different. And it was before I thought I was going to lose her. Things have changed. Jesus fucking Christ, would you listen to yourself! What is all this ‘feelings’ bullshit going on in my head?!
Born and bred in Sydney Australia, Kat T. Masen is a mother to three crazy boys and wife to one sane husband. Growing up in a generation where social media and fancy gadgets didn’t exist, she enjoyed reading from an early age and found herself immersed in these stories. After meeting friends on twitter who loved to read as much as she did, her passion to write began and the friendships continued on despite the distance. “I’m known to be crazy and humorous. Show me the most random picture of a dog in a wig and I’ll be laughing for days.”