A wedding planner left at the altar. Yeah, the irony isn’t lost on Carolina Santos, either. But despite that embarrassing blip from her past, Lina’s managed to make other people’s dreams come true as a top-tier wedding coordinator in DC. After impressing an influential guest, she’s offered an opportunity that could change her life. There’s just one hitch… she has to collaborate with the best (make that worst) man from her own failed nuptials.
Tired of living in his older brother’s shadow, marketing expert Max Hartley is determined to make his mark with a coveted hotel client looking to expand its brand. Then he learns he’ll be working with his brother’s whip-smart, stunning—absolutely off-limits—ex-fiancée. And she loathes him.
If they can survive the next few weeks and nail their presentation without killing each other, they’ll both come out ahead. Except Max has been public enemy number one ever since he encouraged his brother to jilt the bride, and Lina’s ready to dish out a little payback of her own.
But even the best laid plans can go awry, and soon Lina and Max discover animosity may not be the only emotion creating sparks between them. Still, this star-crossed couple can never be more than temporary playmates because Lina isn’t interested in falling in love and Max refuses to play runner-up to his brother ever again…
Title : The Worst Best Man
Author : Mia Sosa
Format : eARC
Page Count : 368
Genre : contemporary romance
Publisher : Avon
Release Date : February 4, 2020
Reviewer : Hollis
Rating : ★ .5
Hollis’ 1.5 star review
On paper (hah), there’s nothing wrong with this story. It’s diverse, there’s communication, it’s sorta-enemies-to-lovers, or reluctant-rivals-y-to-lovers, whatever, there is friction, and there’s other good things. But I was bored pretty much from 8% right on through to the end. Suffice it to say, my Wheel of Fortune app got a lot of attention the last day or so.
Yes, points for diversity, points of tackling sensitive and relevant topics such as “acceptable” behaviours for people — specifically women — of colour. Except.. I didn’t feel anything. The playful almost-hate banter in the beginning? Odd or juvenile and sometimes both. The sudden attraction? Not a single zing. The touching warming-up-to-each-other moments? Yawn. The sexy times? They felt.. I don’t know, awkward. Too much talking. Too much.. something. I don’t know. The weird transitions? Weird.
Also, this is a weird criticism, and one I’m making again that I made in another review just recently, but this whole going hard to be socially savvy or relevant, by having all this dialogue around certain topics is.. I don’t know, overkill. I’m sure there’s a way to touch on all these hot button issues without making the reader feel like they are being condescended to, or preached at, but maybe some readers aren’t as dialed in or don’t mind? I don’t know what it is. And I doubt I’ll ever be able to articulate my feelings on this properly. But. It’s just a lot.
Anyway, this never really got better, but nor did it deep dive into anything terrible, and yet here we are. This was my first Sosa and while the concept appealed enough for me to request it, there was no feeling in the writing or the story. Or at least nothing that made me feel anything. So I doubt I’ll pick up this author again.
I think other readers will like this, particular those who enjoy Sosa’s writing. So don’t take my word for it. Try a sample and see how it goes.
** I received an ARC from Edelweiss and the publisher (thank you!) in exchange for an honest review. **