Happily settled into my new position at FMK Weddings, I never expected to be presented with the career opportunity of a lifetime. And I definitely wasn’t expecting it to mean working with Bryce McKnight.
Bryce was the heart and soul of my childhood—my best friend.Until life pulled us apart and we lost touch.
Our friendship picks up right where it left off—complete with colorful trash talking and wagers on Mario Kart showdowns—only, I’m pretty sure friends don’t make out in parking lots or have naked sleepovers…
The first time we met, I won Elliot Kincaid’s trust with candy and card games.
After everything I’ve done, it’ll take a lot more to win her heart.
Fortunately, I love a good challenge.
With so much at stake for us both, I know Elliot thinks we’re setting ourselves up for heartbreak.
I’ll just have to show her that our friendship was always meant to be the foundation of our forever.
*What It Takes to Fall is a stand alone in the Forget Me Knot series.
Sunny Shelly’s Review: 4 Stars
What It Takes To Fall is the third book in a series of interconnected stories, but can be read as a standalone.
Elliot and Bryce are childhood best friends who lost touch a decade ago. As teenagers, they were everything to one another. He was her haven, her rock, her safe place. In present day, Elliot’s life is going pretty well, but unexpectedly crossing paths again with Bryce years and years later throws her into a tailspin. For Bryce, he grabs on to the opportunity to prove to Elliot that they can be each other’s everything and more. But will the lives they lead during their years apart threaten to ruin any chance they have a future together?
There is an easy rapport between the characters that comes with having years and years of history together. That goes a long way in making the reader invest in the hero and heroine. What It Takes To Fall is a feel-good best friends romance, reclaiming the one who got away.
I received an advanced copy and voluntarily left a review.
I started scanning her body, making a blatant show of it. “Hmm. You’ve gotta have an off button somewhere. ‘Hello. My name is Elliot Kincaid. I do not know how to relax’,” I mimicked in a robotic voice, continuing with my perusal until she leaned forward and smacked my arm.
“That’s not true!”
“Really? When was the last time you did something non-work-related for fun on a weekday?”
I closed my laptop and arched a brow. “Uh, while it was fun, that’s called dinner, and it’s something most people do on a regular basis.”
She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, making an equally dramatic show of annoyance. “Fine. But isn’t this like the pot calling the kettle black? Weren’t you a super-workaholic early in your career?”
She had a point, but I wasn’t going to admit it. Instead, I ran my fingers through my hair—knowing it would put that lust-filled look in her eyes—and said, “We can talk shop. On two conditions.”
“One—this shop talk takes place at Sipology while we drink. And two, afterward, we do something fun, and you’re not allowed to talk or even think about work or the inn. Do we have a deal?”
“You drive a hard bargain, Caesar, but we’ve got a deal,” she said, extending her hand for a shake.
I groaned, but took her hand all the same.
“Sorry, would you prefer Princess Peach?”
“Real cute, El.” I leaned in, bringing one hand up to tuck her hair behind her ear so she’d feel my lips brush her lobe. “You can give me a million different nicknames, as long as the name you scream in my bed is the real one.”
I pulled back slowly, relishing the sight of her widened eyes.
She continued to stare while I finished packing up.
“If you’re going to keep staring at me like that, can you at least do it at the bar? I need a stiff drink right about now.”
To go along with the part of me that El’s stare is steadily stiffening with each passing second.
She blinked and shook her head, like she was just now coming back from a daydream. “Great! Yes, liquor. That’s a great idea.” She stood up but paused, narrowing her eyes at me and putting a hand on her hip. “You know, if I’m not allowed to bite my lip, then you’re not allowed to wear your Superman ‘sex-me-up’ glasses. It’s only fair.”
My lips twitched. “I’m sorry, my what?”
She made a sweeping gesture across my whole face. “The glasses, Bryce.”
“You mean the things that allow me to see clearly?”
“You know what else allows you to see clearly? Contacts. And they get the job done without making you look like freaking Clark Kent’s sexier, dirty blonde twin.”
I leaned back in my chair and grinned.
“What’re you…? Why are you looking at me like that?” she huffed.
“Just letting myself savor the moment. This feels like a momentous occasion.”
“The discovery of what butters Elliot Kincaid’s biscuit.”
C.R. Ellis is a Texas native who writes contemporary romance novels with plenty of drama and humor, and just enough heat to ignite e-readers and paperbacks everywhere. She can almost always be found attached to her laptop with coffee nearby and her two trusty canine sidekicks by her side. When she’s not writing or plotting, she enjoys going to concerts with her sweet husband, dragging him along to see rom-coms at any theater that serves booze, checking off the next destination on her ever-growing travel bucket list, and trying new recipes.
Her passion for writing stems from her lifelong love of reading, and she often binge-reads entire books in a day. She’s an unapologetic book hoarder, and her paperback collection is rivaled only by her massive shoe collection.