Outskirts Press, $0.99, ISBN 978-1301486489
Contemporary Romance, 2013
Camille Anderson has always been in love with her best friend, Trevor Williams.
As we went to college, Trevor and I went into the same major, public relations. That was when he met Chelsea Parker, who was also my roommate. At first I liked Chelsea because she was basically a sweet person, but when she set her sights on Trevor, I quickly disliked her. Not because she took Trevor away from me, but because she became a different person.
Sure, she hates Chelsea now because she has changed, not because she is right now riding Trevor like a bronco because Camille herself is too chicken-poo to make a move on him.
What’s in Trevor’s head?
Chelsea was the love of my life. I instantly knew I wanted to marry her when I first laid eyes on her in Camille’s dorm room. The two were roommates their junior year at University of Houston, which was great for me, considering I was able to see my best friend and my girlfriend at the same time. Although Camille and I were really good friends, I got the sense that something had been bothering her since I’d been dating Chelsea. Call me crazy, but it seemed as if Camille was jealous of our relationship. I hope not, because Chelsea loves Camille and considers her a good friend.
Wow, Camille is really coming off worse and worse as a person.
Just looking at her long hair flowing around her face and the black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places made me feel sort of embarrassed, because I shouldn’t have been looking at her in that way. I always considered her my best friend and nothing more, so why was I looking at her differently now?
Oh yes, he finally realizes that he loves Camille. That I can totally believe that, because it’s not like he’s about to marry Chelsea and this is definitely not cold feet. Oh wait.
Maybe Camille is a nicer person than Trevor, and that I’ve misjudged her harshly?
If I didn’t know any better, I’d think my best friend was checking me out, and I couldn’t be happier.
He’s getting married… and she’s happy that the soon-to-be-married guy is eyeing her rear end?
Okay, maybe Trevor’s other good friend is someone that won’t come off like a douchebag?
“Camille. I was getting some strange vibes from her last night. One minute I was thinking about the engagement and having a decent time at the party, but when I saw Camille, something in me just changed.”
“Trevor, you can’t deny that Camille is fine. She always has been. I’m surprised you never hit that.”
Okay, I’ve found another one.
You know what, guys, Trevor and Camille are totally okay because Chelsea is totally okay with them cheating on her. In fact, she ships these two and the whole thing is just a grand plan to bring them together and this is where I completely nope the hell out of here and cry myself to sleep for wasting time and money on this thing.
One oogie for the author being completely oblivious to just what terrible people her main characters are, and coming up with a brain-damaging “plot twist” to make the so-called love more palatable in a cringe-inducing contrived way.
Sheena Binkley’s In Love with My Best Friend is more of a secondhand embarrassment generator than a romantic story, and the best thing about it is that it ends before the reader starts to experience more significant trauma to the brain.
