May 6, 2015

Review - The Friend Zone by Kristen Callahan

My 5 Star Review

vy has been living in the United Kingdom with her mother and helping in her bakery, she is scheduled to come home soon when she receives a text from Gray Grayson. Gray is a college football player who will hopefully be playing professional soon.

It’s simple, really. I party because it’s fun. Enjoy women because I love them. Love their sweet scent, their musical laughter, and their soft curves. Play football because it’s the greatest fucking game on earth.

That is how he enters Ivy’s life, her dad is a sports agent. Gray has borrow Ivy’s car while she is out of town. They begin texting and it is all in fun, but they quickly develop a real friendship. When Ivy finally arrives home both are nervous about how things will progress between the two of them. They have never met in person or even talked on the phone. Turns out their nerves were for nothing and they hit it off even better in person. 

While they are in The Friend Zone their connection is undeniable. As time goes on and they spend more time together their attraction becomes too much to ignore. The time that Ivy and Gray spend in the friend zone is one my favorite parts of the story. I loved how protective they were of each other and how accepted every part of each other. These two were genuinely friends first. They looked out for each other and even helped each other discover things about themselves. 

Ivy’s my girl. She always will be.

The buildup between these two was perfect and when they finally got together I was ecstatic. Gray is one of my favorite heroines. He is a man’s man, but so incredibly sweet. He wasn’t afraid to admit to his feelings and he completely owned how much he cared about Ivy. Ivy was thoughtful and self-sacrificing. Unlike most women in Gray’s life she wanted what was best for him. She wasn’t stereotypically beautiful, but she owned who she was and even when she wasn’t confident she didn’t let it show. These two together are perfection.

This friends to lover story was perfect in every way. I loved the dual POV, the steamy scenes and the crazy sweet friendship. The text messaging added so much to the story. I loved how they were flirty and witty, reading them put a huge smile on my face and had me so excited for things to come! I highly recommend if you are looking for fun, sexy friends to lovers story.

Every inch, Ivy.

ARC kindly provided in exchange for an honest review.


The backs of his fingers skim up my arm, raising goose bumps on my skin. “Nice top.”
Even though it’s thirty degrees out, I chose a black silk tank that hugs my waist but gathers loosely over my breasts. A tie around my neck holds the top secure. That I am braless is not lost on him. He stares at my stiff nipples as his fingers drift to the bow at the back of my neck and give it a little flick. “Take it off.”


“Let me see those sweet tits you’ve been teasing me with since you walked in the bar.”

“I—” My breath catches. “No. I’m not taking my clothes off for a stranger.”

He doesn’t look away. “But you want to, don’t you? You want me to look at you.” He bends his head until his lips are at my ear. “You’re dying to expose yourself, to let me see those pretty pink nipples.”

My skin draws tight. I struggle not to sway into him.

He leans back, his attention on my top again. “Untie the bow.”

“Someone might come in.” Despite our play, my fear of getting caught is real, though not completely unwelcome.

“They won’t. I took care of it.”

I believe that. Gray would cover all the bases. In his own way, he’s as much of a planner as I am. But I can’t think of him as Gray now, not when he’s doing this for me.

His fingers are back, skimming over my inner arm, teasing the edges of my top. “Just a little peek.”

My breasts ache so badly, they’re hot, heavy, the silk covering them an irritant. With shaking hands, I reach up. The fabric tugs against my neck then comes free. It slithers over my skin like a caress.

He sucks in an audible breath as my breasts are exposed. I see myself through his eyes, sitting half-naked in this dim back room, my nipples puckered, my breasts quivering with each shallow breath I take. The vulnerability of it feels naughty, forbidden, and I nearly whimper.

A noise of pure satisfaction leaves him. Not bothering to lift his gaze from my breasts, he reaches out, runs the tips of his fingers over my nipple. I’m so sensitized now the touch sends a bolt of pure, searing lust straight through me. I flinch, clench my teeth to keep still.

He hums, strokes me back and forth as if he owns me. “So pretty.” He grazes me again.

“You like that, sweetheart?”

Eyes closed, I bite my lower lip and nod.

I feel him move. The wet flat of his tongue drags over my nipple. My eyes fly open on a strangled cry. He grins up at me, his mouth hovering at my breast. It isn’t his usual cheeky grin but something more wicked. “Mmm. Delicious.”

He takes a step closer, and I swallow convulsively. Gray’s voice lowers. “I wonder where else you taste good. You want to show me, sweets?”

I’m practically panting now. My hair swings as I give my head a hard shake. He leans in, trailing the blunt tip of his finger up the curve of my breast. I nearly yelp when he gives the stiff peak a quick, crude pinch.

His smile is pure male smugness. “Lift up your skirt and show me where you’re wet.”

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