It all started with a pinky swear…
Linden McGregor is tall, rugged, and gunslinger handsome; a helicopter pilot with a Scottish brogue and charm to spare. He’s also one of Stephanie Robson’s best friends and has fit into that box for as long as she’s known him.
But some relationships can’t be boxed, can’t be classified, can’t be tamed.
Back in their mid-twenties and tired of the competitive hit-or-miss dating scene of San Francisco, Steph and Linden made a pact to marry each other if neither one of them are in a serious relationship by the time they hit thirty.
It sounds like fun and games but as the years to thirty tick past and lovers come and go out of their lives, the pact becomes larger than life.
Sex is inevitable. Friendships are tested. Hearts are on the line.
The pact is about to change everything.
Goodreads, you wreck me. Truly, you do, you mofo.
Remember that time Karina Halle surprise released a standalone and my whole Goodreads feed went crazy and I went crazy and then I bought the book and read it and went crazy for an entirely different reason?
Why do I do this to myself? Why? WHY? Especially when I know that the whole friends-to-lovers thing is distinctly not my thing. Jesus. I swear to motherfuck, no one hates anyone as much as I hate myself when this happens.
But the thing is, EVERYONE seemed to love this book. I’m talking 100% five star reviews and gushing and crying and swooning. I needed to know the whole fuss about this “pact” thingy. So I dove in.
And after reading I was all:
The book starts with Stephanie Robson’s 25th birthday, where she’s sitting at a bar (that her ex boyfriend James owns) with her best friend Linden McGregor. They’re discussing their failing love lives and so Linden—the Scottish gentleman that he is—proposes a pact; If they’re both single by 30, they’ll get married.
So each chapter (in alternate POV) maps the birthday of either Stephanie or Linden and how sad they are without each other. They want each other so fucking much omg but they can’t have each other because…I don’t know, really. The ex-boyfriend James? Linden’s no-ball scrotum?
I have no fucking idea.
And oh, you’ll like what happens next: Stephanie (who has apparently been in love with Linden since he was a sperm in his dad’s balls) sleeps with her ex James and regrets it.
Might I say, originality is the true genre of this book?
When Stephanie and Linden do get together…they suck. It’s just sex and more sex and hey, one more thing: You guessed it, more sex. Where is the goddamned connection? Where is this “love” that you’re talking about? Swoony lines don’t show love, they show how fucking smooth you are.
And the end of the book? OMFG. OH MY FUCKING GOD. Pathetic isn’t enough of a word. Maybe doleful is good, aye?
Which brings me to another one of ten million complaints with this book. Why exactly did people like this book? Was it Linden and his Scottish accent? I mean, come on. Saying “aye” and “wee bit” and “lass” does not make you Scottish. Personally, he could have been from San Francisco and still not made an ounce of a favorable impression on me.
And Stephanie? Don’t even get me started on her. She’s all woe-is-me. I hate that. Hate it. Especially when she had no reason to be that way. Ugh.
I’m not going to go so far as to not recommend this book. Obviously a lot of people have loved this book and related with it and fallen hard for Linden. That being said, I expected much, much better from this book and I think it was overhyped. I was expecting to be blown away by awesome; instead I’m walking away with a vow of never ever making impulsive buys like these ever again.
Even though I know that isn’t happening.