I Don't is a New Adult Romantic Comedy
standalone and early readers have already claiming Lucas DeCosta as their next
book boyfriend!
I Don’t: A Romantic Comedy
By Andrea Johnston
“I Do.”
My name is Whitney Wheeler and I’ve dreamed of
saying those two words since
I was ten years old. I thought my dream was
finally coming true.
Fate, however, has other plans. My perfectly
planned life hits a snag eight days
before our wedding. I walk in on my fiancé on
the couch with someone who isn’t
me. Trying to “blow off” that visual, and
without thinking, I accept an invitation
to take a road trip with the boy who broke my
teenage heart.
Lucas DeCosta is all man, and surprise
surprise—a male stripper. Beyond his
movie-star good looks, his oh so sexy dance
moves, and those big brown eyes, I
find a kind heart and the overall goodness of
the boy who still sets my heart on
fire.
Each time he looks at me, I feel it.
Zing.
Zang.
Electricity.
It.
When life hands you lemons . . . take a shot
of tequila and hand fate the keys to
your life. Because, sometimes the best thing
to say is “I Don’t” before you can
ever say “I Do.”
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Slowly opening my eyes, I
stretch my arms above my head and point my toes toward the bottom of the bed.
It’s been a long time since I’ve slept that soundly. This bed must be made of
angel wings or something, because it is heaven. Yep, I totally said that. I’m
not even sorry.
Glancing over, Lucas’s bed
is empty with the covers pulled up like he made it. He makes his hotel bed. Who
knew there were two of us? I always make my bed, even in a hotel. The room is
quiet except for the sound of the shower running. Thoughts of Lucas showering
send a shiver up my spine. A shiver I have no right to. A shiver that is highly
inappropriate for an engaged woman, but a woman I am, and that man is sex
personified, and I would have to be without a pulse to ignore him.
Ignoring the full bladder
begging me to barge in on his shower and relieve it, I instead grab my phone to
check the time. It’s not too early, so I might as well bite the bullet and call
my mom.
The phone doesn’t make it a
full ring before she’s answering in a huff. “Whitney Nicole. Where are you?”
When Jessi or any of the
girls use my full name, I’m okay with it. I find it funny. With my mom? Yeah,
I’m eight years old again. “Momma.” That always makes her feel good.
“Don’t you Momma me,
Whitney. Where are you? Trenton is going insane with worry . . .” The rest of
her rant is white noise at the realization the cheating bastard called my
parents. How dare he? He knows damn well my mother will lose her mind if
there’s a possibility this wedding isn’t happening. “Daughter? Are you there?”
“Did you just call me
‘daughter’? Really, Mom?”
“Cut the shit, Whitney.
When are you coming home? Your wedding is in five days. There is too much to be
done for you to have cold feet. Suck it up and get your ass home. Your cousins
and the rest of the family start arriving tomorrow. You are not leaving me
alone with Aunt Carla.”
“Mother, she’s your
sister.”
“Yeah well, she’s a pain in
the ass. Probably going to wear white. That would be just like her . . .” More
white noise as she rambles on about my aunt and her need to be the center of
attention. I love Aunt Carla and wouldn’t consider getting married without her
there.
With my phone nestled
between my ear and shoulder, I start picking at my cuticle when a cloud of
steam fills the room, and I look up to see Lucas walking in from the shower.
Dressed in a pair of shorts and yet another snug T-shirt, he’s drying his hair
with a towel, and when he catches my eye, a bright smile takes over his face.
Zing.
Zang.
Electricity.
It.
“Are you listening to me?”
My mom’s shrill draws my attention back to the call, and I hold my finger up to
my lips telling Lucas to be quiet. With a nod, he turns back toward the
bathroom, and I turn my attention back to my mother. A little arguing, a few
promises, and a guarantee I will be back for the wedding day, my call with my
mom ends.
“It’s all clear.”
Lucas returns to the room,
the smile now a smirk as he arches a brow to me and says, “I feel like a dirty
secret.”
Rolling my eyes, I toss my
phone on the bed and hop from the bed with the bathroom my mission. As I pass
him, I tap his arm with a smile. “Not much dirty happening here but secret,
yes.”
As I enter the bathroom, I
swear I hear him say something about getting dirty and a little flutter hits me
right in the lower belly.
4.5 Stars
I adore Andrea Johnston's writing and was incredibly eager to read I Don't. If you love a sweet, slow burn, friends to lovers story look no further than I don't. Whitney and Lucas' story is full of heat, heart and humor and their chemistry is undeniable. The characters are endearing, fun and relatable. Their banter is fun, flirtatious and sassy. If you are after a captivating and entertaining story of self discovery and friendship, don't hesitate to one click I Don't today.
I adore Andrea Johnston's writing and was incredibly eager to read I Don't. If you love a sweet, slow burn, friends to lovers story look no further than I don't. Whitney and Lucas' story is full of heat, heart and humor and their chemistry is undeniable. The characters are endearing, fun and relatable. Their banter is fun, flirtatious and sassy. If you are after a captivating and entertaining story of self discovery and friendship, don't hesitate to one click I Don't today.
Andrea Johnston spent her childhood with her
nose in a book and a pen to paper.
An avid people watcher, her mind is full of
stories that yearn to be told.
A fan of angsty romance with a happy ending,
super sexy erotica and a good mystery, Andrea can always be found with her
Kindle nearby fully charged.
Andrea lives in Idaho with her family and two
dogs. When she isn’t spending time with her partner in crime aka her husband,
she can be found binge watching all things Bravo and enjoying a cocktail.
Nothing makes her happier than the laughter of her children, a good book, her
feet in the water, and cocktail in hand all at the same time.