on November 21st, 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Romantic Comedy
Graham Malone is my roommate, my personal eye candy, the reason I get up in the morning smiling (that could be from the illicit dreams I have about him too, I suppose. Let's move on.). He's also beautiful to look at, but his heart is where his true beauty lies. Take away the exterior and the interior still shines.I love him. I mean, I'm pretty sure I do, having never been in love before. Anyway, it seems legit.And now his brother Blake is here, and, well, he's the complete opposite of Graham. Sarcastic, brooding, and totally available. But he's leaving soon, and Graham's the one I want. I shouldn't have to remind myself of this, right? I wouldn't have to if Blake would quit looking at me like I'm something yummy and he's starving.Here's a toast to roomies; the ones you should never fall in love with. Or something.
Roomies by Lindy Zart spelled a world of hilarity and sensual growing feelings between two roomies Graham and Kennedy. The narrative follows Graham and Kennedy as they navigate their emotions, feelings and Graham’s brother who helps through some misguided intentions to bring out a beautiful romantic comedy that will have you laughing and in anticipation until the very end.
From the very beginning of this story, I knew it was different to anything I have ever read, which is what I love about Lindy Zart’s style. I wasn’t disappointed at all, as the narrative is intertwined with genuine and truthful experiences like personal insecurity in the female lead Kennedy, insensitivity and the occasional moment when you want to but their heads together and tell them to look at what is in front of them.
I fell in love with the connection between Graham and Kennedy, and the only reason it’s not a five star for me, is because ultimately I would have like to see the connection and romance between them a little sooner, as it is a preceding story of how love embeds and steams, I understood the path it took and why, just wasn’t what I am use to in reading romances.
Roomies was a witty, beautifully written narrative that was full of sensual and genuine feelings of the heart. With a heart full of humor and the ability to be relevant to today’s society and dynamic the sweetness of Graham and Kennedy as they find themselves was hilarious and emotional to watch. The book had me addicted to the climatic will they get together or won’t they but it was totally worthy. Lindy Zart did an amazing job at creating a New Adult romantic comedy that embodies heart, chemistry, relevant nature and hilarious dialogue within the characters hearts. One for the romantic-comedy lovers out there, I’m sure you will love.
AMAZON US — BARNES & NOBLE
He gives a slight smile. “You don’t know everything about me.”
“I should know that.” Maybe I shouldn’t, but I really feel like I should. Graham’s pretty much the most important thing to me; I should at least know his family history. He knows mine. Well, most of it. Some of it. Enough…
“Now you do. Are we done? I really need to put some clothes on.”
“But…you said he was in school,” I finish lamely, my voice dropping to a whisper.
“He’s in college.”
I scowl at him. “You purposely led me to believe that your brother was some pimply teenager who was going to mooch off you for the remainder of the summer, not…not…” I jab a finger in the direction of the living room.
“Not some hottie!” I blurt out, and then wish I hadn’t.
Especially when Graham rears back and gets a funny look on his face. “You think my brother’s hot?” His voice is even, but his eyes look weird. Like, angry or something. A thrill goes down my spine at the thought of my comment having that effect on him. Could he be jealous?
“Yes.” I nod firmly.
“Huh.” He looks away.
A dash of regret has the audacity to chase the little thrill away. I wonder if I’ve upset him, but then decide I haven’t. Why would he be upset? Unless he doesn’t know I think he’s hot too. So I figure I should tell him. It would be rude not to.
“You’re also hot.”
He gives me a look; part incredulous, part I don’t know what. “Thanks,” he says faintly.
“Yeah.” I start to feel dumb about pretty much the whole conversation. “Okay. ‘Bye.”
I glance back at him. He is staring at me with a frown pulling his mouth down. “You should put some clothes on.”
I enter the living room. Blake is studying a fake plant in the corner of the room, which pretty much confirms that he was listening to our complete word exchange. Wonderful.
Lindy Zart has been writing since she was a child. Luckily for readers, her writing has improved since then. She lives in Wisconsin with her husband, two sons, and one cat. Lindy loves hearing from people who enjoy her work. She also has a completely healthy obsession with the following: coffee, wine, Bloody Marys, and pizza.
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