RELEASE BLITZ WITH EXCERPT: Best Frenemies by Max Monroe

BEST FRENEMIES, an all-new enemies-to-lovers, workplace rivals, forced proximity romantic comedy from New York Times Bestselling Author, Max Monroe, is available now!

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Going tit for tat with the man you hate is all fun and games until things get literal…and the jerk sees you naked.



Going tit for tat with the man you hate is all fun and games until things get literal…and the jerk sees you naked.

My beach getaway was only supposed to include three things: relaxation, wine, and fun in the sun.

Mack Houston, on the other hand, should have never—ever—been involved.

In no uncertain terms, he’s the bane of my existence.

The thorn in my side.

The sexy Mr. Good-Time Guy who drives me up the wall and my work archnemesis for the past five years.

He’s the last person I want to get stuck anywhere with—it’s bad enough that I have to see him every day at work—and yet, because of a booking error (or curse of the universe, as I like to call it), I’m stuck in the same vacation rental with him for an entire week.

I’m going to end up in jail.

Or worse, I might just give in to the insane urge to find out if his lips are really as kissable as they look.

One way or the other, disaster feels imminent.




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The sound of rushing water makes my eyebrows pull together, and a sudden sense of urgency lights a fire under my feet. I push the bathroom door open with a bang, and a shrill, frightened scream shatters the air.

“Ahhhhh! Oh my God!” a wet woman cries from the walk-in shower at the top of her lungs. “Who are you?!”

It’s uncontrolled chaos for several moments as she gets louder and louder, and my body fights to make sense of what’s happening. My defenses are alert, and my grasp on reality is shaken.

Is that… Could that be Katy Dayton…naked?

No way.

Her hair is wet and soapy, and her body is covered in a sheen of water as the showerhead continues to spray toward her.

I mean, it really looks like her…but how?

She turns and whips her arms across her chest, and her forehead creases in the center with uncontrolled disgruntlement. It’s a look I know well from experience and one I can’t mistake when it comes to her. She’s the only woman I know who can make a stink eye look downright beautiful.

Sweet Mary, mother of Jesus, it’s her. And she is, in fact, naked.

“Why are you in here?!” she screams again, and the shrill volume is enough to yank me out of my dazed state of mind.

I turn around as quickly as I can, but I have to admit that the vision of her bare—perky and perfect—right breast will likely be burned into my brain forever. If it weren’t for the tile half-wall on the bottom of the ornate shower blocking my view of the lower half of her body, I might be dead right now, in all honesty.

Sure, she’s freaking out now, but I have a feeling she’d be freaking out even more if she suddenly had a corpse to deal with.

“Katy, it’s okay. It’s okay. Calm down, it’s me. Mack. Mack Houston,” I ramble, my back still to her, and I hold my hands up above my shoulders in some sort of weird message of innocence.

“Mack?!” she shouts at the top of her lungs, louder than she did when she reacted like I was an ax-murdering intruder.

“Yes. That’s me.”

“What in the h-e-double-hockey-sticks are you doing here?”

I almost laugh over the fact that she can’t even curse under these circumstances. Always proper and professional, that’s Katy Dayton for you.


“You know what?” She cuts me off before I can explain. “Never mind. Just get out. Get out. Get out!”

I throw a thumbs-up over my shoulder. “Getting out right now. I swear. You come find me when you’re done, and we’ll sort this out.”

“Get out!” she shrieks again, making my feet fall into a jog all on their own. I grab the edge of the bathroom door and swing it closed behind me as swiftly as I can but stop there before going any farther.

My coworker. Katy Dayton. Naked. In the bathroom of my vacation rental.

Man oh man, I’m betting she hates me even more now.

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About Max Monroe:

A duo of romance authors team up under the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling pseudonym Max Monroe to bring you sexy, laugh-out-loud reads.

Max Monroe is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of more than ten contemporary romance titles. Favorite writing partners and long time friends, Max and Monroe strive to live and write all the fun, sexy swoon so often missing from their Facebook newsfeed. Sarcastic by nature, their two writing souls feel like they’ve found their other half. This is their most favorite adventure thus far.

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