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Friends to Lovers

by on November 23, 2013

My two favorite romantic troupes are Second Chances and Friends to Lovers. Why?

Second Chance at First Love ~ I’m head over heels in love with the idea of a soul mate and the potency of Cupid’s arrow. No matter how many years pass or how much hurt has been caused by human intervention, the heart desires whom it desires.

My favorite real life story is this – After thirty years of marriage, my friend’s parents divorced. Her father left her mother for another woman. The mother moved several states away, used her proceeds from the divorce settlement to pursue a paralegal certification and started a career after being a housewife.

Fast forward eight years, the husband and his girlfriend are no more. The wife has bought her own home and established an independent life in another city.

One Christmas, the entire family gathers to celebrate the holiday. Both mom and dad promise there will be no animosity between them. And there no animosity!

My friend’s mom with whom I’d become very close called me a month later to tell me that she’d slept with her ex several times and he wouldn’t stop calling and she couldn’t stop saying yes. What could she do?

Nothing. The heart desires whom it desires.

They’ve been happily remarried for the last three years.

Friends to Lovers ~ Fated Love even if the couple can’t see it. This is another troupe that has me handing over my money. And I’ll give you my real life story.

My college roommate / best friend was friends with a boy. They went to every sorority or fraternity event together in which the other didn’t have a date. I told her that he was in love with her and she only laughed at me and anyone else who suggested such a thing.

After college, they both worked for a lodge in Vail, CO. And well the emails I received from my former roommate got a little more spicy.

So they’ve been married for almost twenty years and have two boys! (The wedding party all saw it coming even if she didn’t!)


If you’re as much in love with the Friends-to-Lovers troupe as me, I give you my latest short story from Evernight Publishing, One Stormy Night:

OSNAlexis Joplin, popular host of the travel show, Overnight Stays, is embarking on her final scouting expedition with her partner and best friend, Shane Fowler. Over the course of the last two years, the duo has grown closer not only at work, but outside of the job. While their friends and co-workers may whisper that something more than friendship is the source of their mutual admiration, they deny it even as their personal feelings are reaching a critical apex.

Shrouded in the dark beauty of a hundred year old inn, while lightning flashes and thunder rumbles, neither Alexis nor Shane can hold on to the pretense any longer. They give in to one night of passion with the promise that in the morning, they’ll awake as friends.

But is it a promise they both can keep?



Alexis eased upright in bed. Even with the tingle of Shane’s heavy hand down her arm into her lap, the early rays of morning sun made it impossible to forget their agreement. Back to friends in the morning.

And friends didn’t spend their day in the nude, fondling each other.

She allowed herself one last look at his sleeping face, masculine in its angles yet softened by his curvy, kissable mouth. Her heart sped up at the thought of those lips brushing behind her ear, and then the end hit her dead center in the chest leaving her woozy.

The end? That’s what she’d thought the feeling was last night, but maybe she’d been wrong all along. Maybe it was deeper than that?

She leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed her robe. After searching through her pockets for the keycard to her room, she realized she didn’t remember picking it up. “Crap.” She tossed the flimsy fabric onto the bed and tucked the comforter under her arms.

“What’s wrong?” Shane’s eyes didn’t open, but he pulled her closer.

“It’s morning.”

“Huh?” He bolted up, twisting around to the balcony as if he didn’t believe her. “Morning?”

The headboard shook slightly as he leaned heavily against it. Still turned toward the balcony, he mumbled, “Morning.”

The weight of the word crushed against her chest, stopping any attempt at a response.

Shane was also quiet, staring ahead as if he needed to note every inch of the painting hanging on the far wall.

Sadness? Embarrassment? She couldn’t figure out the meaning behind the intent look. Normally she’d hold his hand and ask, but for the first time, she felt as if she shouldn’t.

Snap out of it. She needed to leave, now. Get some space between them, except she couldn’t. “I don’t have the keycard to my room.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as if to further bring him back to the present. “Let me find some clothes. I’ll go get you one.” He swung his legs over the side of the bed, started to stand and stopped. “Close your eyes.”

A hot flush flamed her face at the sight of the broad plane of his tanned back angling down to his paler waist. “Right.” She complied with his request.

From the sounds of his stumbling steps and mumbled curses, she guessed she was still making him nervous. Even with the knots beginning to twist in her stomach, she smiled.

“Okay, you can open.”

He was dressed in the jeans from dinner and the rumpled shirt. His short hair lay flat against his head, giving him the appearance of ruffled college student. “Call down to the front desk, and tell them I coming to get your keycard. I’ll get you some clothes and breakfast.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

He hurried out without saying anything else.

“Crap.” Alexis slumped forward.

How in the hell were they going to be just friends after he’d rocketed her into the heavens? Maybe her crush wasn’t a simple crush after all.

Get your digital copy here: Evernight Publishing, Amazon, and Barnes & Noble


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