Published by Createspace Independent Pub on October 11, 2016
Series: Confessions #2
Genres: New Adult, Romantic Comedy, Romance, contemporary
Source: eARC from Author
So, I'm no longer a virgin sex columnist—thank you, Ollie—but if I thought that was going to make my life easier, boy was I wrong! John is back in town determined to win my forgiveness. Blythe is more ready than ever to take me down. Bridget is totally onto the new twinkle in my eye. And, well, Ollie is just as distractingly delicious as usual.
So, naturally, I have a few more confessions to make.
Confession #1: I came up with what I thought would be the perfect plan to keep my relationship with Ollie a secret—pretend to get back together with John!
Confession #2: It backfired. A lot.
If you are new to the series, check out my review of book one: Confessions of a Virgin Sex Columnist! HERE **
Confessions of an Undercover Girlfriend is written by ya author Kaitlin Davis, writing new adult as Kay Marie. This book is the second book in the series and it must be read after book one: Confessions of a Virgin Sex Columnist! I really enjoyed the first book, and this one was no different. It is a hilarious read. I honestly don’t know any other way to describe it. I struggled with this review because every other sentence I wrote kept repeating how funny and witty and quirky this book was. So I decided to scrap that whole long meandering and honestly just repetitive review and write a mini review instead, telling you that this book is funny and a great time and you should read it. Period. End of story.
Confessions of an Undercover Girlfriend picks up where book one leaves off with Skylar coming up with some new half baked idea for her and Ollie. Skylar is so funny, but she is also annoying and more than a little crazy. Even when she was driving me insane, I loved her though. She just has one of those personalities you can’t help but like. You will shake your head at them lots, but in the end you will chuckle and stay their friend. That is exactly who Skylar is. She is a whirlwind of bad ideas that can’t help but go horribly wrong, but that is half the fun with this series. It is really a good time.
Bottom line: If you enjoy comedy of errors type stories, you will enjoy Confessions of an Undercover Girlfriend. But read book one first!
(Because I didn’t want to feature a spoiler-y one from the second book in case you haven’t read it yet)
I haven’t seen him in four years. In fact, I’ve actively been avoiding him for four years. And now he’s here. In my kitchen. Drinking my milk—from the gallon no less! Did I mention he looks completely and utterly gorgeous? Maybe even hotter than I remembered…if that’s even possible…
Okay, I’m veering off track.
“Ollie?” I gasp. “What are? Why are? When?” Great reporting, Skye… I swallow, stilling my racing words and form an actual sentence. “What are you doing here?”
“Here in New York or here in your kitchen?”
Here pretending to be your sister while I confess my deepest secrets? Here looking at me with that infuriating half-smirk smile thing you do? Here pretending like the last time we saw each other wasn’t the most horrifying moment in my entire life?
I don’t say any of that, of course. Instead, I shrug. “Um, both? Either?”
He puts the milk back in the fridge and closes the door. I can’t help but notice a toned bicep below the sleeve of his white T-shirt—the same bicep I used to fantasize about during chemistry class, the bicep of the most popular guy in the school, the bicep of the quarterback. Six years since he stopped playing football, and crap, he still looks good.
“I’m guessing Bridget forgot to mention that I got offered a job at a new steakhouse opening on Fifth Ave? As a sous-chef?”
I shake my head. “Nope, she didn’t mention anything.”
He licks his lips, biting back a wider grin. “So she probably also didn’t tell you I accepted the offer and just moved to New York?”
“I don’t recall ever hearing about that…” I trail off as my palms begin to sweat. I have a very, very bad idea where this is going.
Iceberg straight ahead bad.
Ollie’s eyes brighten a shade, crystal aqua, clearer than any Caribbean water I’ve ever seen. He leans against the wall, crossing his arms, looking at me through a side-glance, the hint of a dimple on his cheek. My rapid heartbeat has nothing to do with my panic attack anymore.
Oh yeah, this is bad.
“So,” he says, lifting his brows and looking at me apologetically, “she probably also didn’t tell you that I’m moving in for a few weeks until I can find my own place?”
“You’re the new roommate?” I shout and then clamp my hands over my lips. I’ve said enough to him tonight—too much. In fact, all of that information is crashing back down around me.
Ollie is my new roommate.
Ollie knows I’m a virgin.
Ollie knows I’m a sex columnist.
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