You know how Cinderella had the whole glass slipper, pumpkin carriage, fairy godmother thing?
Yeah…with foot-destroying stilettos, Uber, and a Twitter horoscope, my life is far from a happily ever after.
In fact, instead of Prince Charming, I end up dating every slimy, scaly, brainless frog in the kingdom of Manhattan. And by frog, I mean all of the stereotypical bad guys that Mom and Lifetime movies warned you about.
The meathead player.
The mommy’s boy.
If they suck at relationships, I’ve probably kissed those cold, clammy lips in the hopes of finding love. Until one day, when one man with commitment issues offers to help me find the Romeo to my Juliet.
But what happens when the frog, who was never supposed to turn into a prince, kisses you at midnight? Ok fine, he propositioned me for some afternoon delight after brunch, but not everything can be straight out of a fairytale.
I love Carrie Aarons; her stories are unique reads that always prove worthwhile. All The Frogs In Manhattan is a new romantic comedy from a favorite author. Silly, sexy, and all around fun this was a great fast and easy read.
Gemma has been through it all in the search for the one, but what she never expected was a witty millionaire who was a complete commitment-phobe to be the answer. Oliver doesn’t make it easy and I for one was constantly on edge waiting for his lightbulb moment. Gemma and Oliver had amazing chemistry and it was so clear that they needed to be together and I loved watching them slowly come to the same conclusions.
If you are looking for a “safe” book than this might not be your exact cup of tea, but if you want a book where the couple has to work at getting their HEA with tons of laugh out loud moments in the meantime than this is right up your alley.