My Brother’s Billionaire Best Friend by Max Monroe
Genre: friends-to-lovers, romantic comedy
Publisher: Max Monroe LLC
Publication Date: July 18, 2019
Word of advice, straight from me to you: have emergency services on standby while reading this book. You’ll faint, swoon, fall head-over-heels, and die from too much laughter (if that’s even possible).
I don’t know how they do it, and at this point I’ve just given up even trying to guess, but Max Monroe has delivered another smash romcom with My Brother’s Billionaire Best Friend. Their signature comedic approach to romance is uniquely theirs, and this book is just another example of their incomparable writing style and talent.
This book starts out with a bang; humor at its finest…i.e. “Brucisms”. But what I found that truly made this story soar besides the knee-slapping comedy was Maybe and Milo. Their friends-to-lovers relationship is anything but stereotypical. Sweet, innocent, and feisty Maybe was the perfect counterpart to sexy, charming, and irresistible Milo. Having not seen each other since Maybe was just a young teenager, all it takes is a drunken text “Deflower me, please?” for Milo to start seeing Maybe as the beautiful, strong, and independent woman she’s become.
I just can’t get enough of Max Monroe’s books. The authors put their trademark comedic stamp on every romcom they write, making each story a one-of-a-kind. Not only do you have fantastic main characters, but the supporting cast brings their own flair, enhancing the overall outcome of the story. You’re in for a real treat with this book, not only from the laugh-out-loud moments but from the conflicting emotions and heartfelt moments woven within the pages.
Mabel “Maybe” Willis died a virgin at the very young age of twenty-four. She leaves behind her parents, Betty and Bruce, her brother, Evan, a laptop filled with one too many Jason Momoa memes, and a Kindle library with more books than one human being could ever finish in a lifetime.
Cause of death: a text message.
Okay. So, I didn’t die.
But I may as well have.
One minute, I’m a woman trying to find her way in the world, and the next, I’m the sender of six of the most embarrassing text messages that have ever been sent in the history of time—or the cell phone. Whatever.
We’re talking code red, send a flipping mayday, the apocalypse is coming kind of texts.
And I didn’t just send them to some random person I’ll never see again.
No. That would be too easy.
I sent them to Milo Ives.
The man who played a starring role in all of my teenage fantasies—and my brother’s lifelong best friend.
And, boy oh boy, has he grown up.
He’s hard-bodied, blue-eyed, jawline-of-stone handsome, crazy successful, and has more money in his bank account than my brain can fathom.
Deflower me, please? I said.
Yeah. Send help.