I’m a sucker for a romance novel. Give me a forlorn woman in search of a man to take on a date, show off at a wedding, or flaunt in front of an ex, and I’m in. Yes, I realize this all seems very anti-whateverism that people often expect from me, but these kinds of stories are so outside the realm of my everyday life that they offer a breath of fresh air (even if they’re occasionally formulaic).
Andie J. Christopher’s Not That Kind of Guy was the perfect pick for my most recent holiday trip: light but people with strong characters, full of quick-witted banter yet evenly paced. Main character Bridget Nolan is a ball-busting attorney who thinks she’s got the perfect life with the perfect man at her side–her childhood friend; the respectful career as an Assistant DA–even though she’s desperately underpaid; and a group of family and friends who support her no matter the circumstance. All of that perfection takes a tumble when one piece–the “perfect” man–falls out of the equation. Not only is Bridget left without someone to fully flesh-out all of her childhood dreams about adulthood, but she’s left without a date to her brother’s wedding.
While Bridget claims that she’s “done with dating” for good and resigns herself to attending the wedding alone, intern and billionaire playboy Matt Kido walks into her office. The two start a delicate dance of banter, flirtation, and late night work sessions. And after the internship is over, all bets are off. Maybe all of Bridget’s previous ideas about romance and what she had planned were wrong. Maybe Matt can show her all the things that she never knew she wanted–he has a private jet for starters. One weekend in Las Vegas changes everything and starts the two on an unexpected but adorably passionate land lovable partnership. Yes, there are hiccups along the way, but Bridget has the gumption to get past them, and Matt has the will to make Bridget his own.
For readers who love movies like The Wedding Date and books like The Kiss Quotient by Helen Hoang and Love at First Like by Hannah Orenstein.