Getting Lucky by Avril Tremayne
August 1, 2018
Reviewed by Sheena
Favorite Quote: “You know all this paperwork is only to help you make an informed decision, right? I’m not here to torment you with red tape.” “I’m not tormented.” “You sound tormented. You look tormented. You—” “I’m not tormented!” Pause. “Let me put it a different way.” “Fuck!”
If you enjoy friends to lovers romance, Getting Lucky is going to make quite an impression. The blurb was light and cute and my gut told me it would be comical and sweet. I’ve been wrong many (read:MANY!)times and more than one blurb has seduced me only to leave me bereft and wanting. I am so very pleased to share that was totally not the case with this novel. The story was uncomplicated and relatable, with enough dramatic flair to lock in my investment.
With her fertility issues, it’s now or never for Romy Allen. Thankfully, her friend Matt Carter will help her research her options. But then the deliciously sexy entrepreneur tears up her IVF paperwork and presents a counteroffer—the old-fashioned way or nothing! How can she refuse? Especially when multiple orgasms are offered as a tempting bonus!
Romy’s period is ruining her life. Now faced with a necessary procedure to correct her heinous cycle, she also has to contend with the unavoidable impact her procedure will have on her fertility. Romy desperately wants to have a child and it is now or never, only, LIFE!?! No partner and (LIFE!) are obstacles she can get around, if her bff and resident FILM (friend I’d Like to f–), Matt is game, her chance at parenthood will go from dream to reality. She draws up a contract of sorts, and has everything in place. Romy’s practical approach is mincemeat when it comes to Matt’s passionate devil-may-care modus operandi and together they were soooooo fun to root for!
“We can have an ablation,” she’d said. Then have one, was his response. She couldn’t if she wanted a kid one day—which she definitely did, she’d explained—because there’d be no having one afterward. So have a baby now, he’d said, what was stopping her? Little problem of no man in her LIFE! And yes, she’d screamed the last word, because a cramp had ripped her in half at that exact moment. He’d paced the floor while she’d breathed through the pain, and then said, fuck it, he’d give her a baby—why not? And she’d said, Why not? Because it was a big deal requiring more than the one minute’s reflection he usually afforded life-and-death decisions. And he’d told her it sure as hell didn’t require her usual one thousand years’ reflection, and that it would make the top ten list of easiest things he’d ever fucking contemplated: a quick ejaculation on his side of the Atlantic, a turkey baster on hers, a courier in between, a baby at the end and Yippie-Kai-Yay motherfucker to the problem.
She’d laughed so hard at the Yippie-Kai-Yay motherfucker she’d snorted, but she was crying at the same time, and then she’d said he was the next best thing to Captain America to offer, even if she couldn’t accept. And he’d snort-laughed then, insisting that Captain America was a virgin as well as not being the masturbatory type, whereas Matt had shot out so many gallons of semen over the years—with and without the assistance of a second party—he could have his own page in Guinness World Records so where was the comparison? And somehow during the ensuing argument over Captain America’s sexual expertise—or lack thereof—which they’d been having forever—Matt’s sperm offer had been accepted and general terms for proceeding agreed to, and he’d felt pretty damn happy with himself because hey, he was going to be a father, which he’d never thought he’d be.
The banter! The banter! The friendship, the mutual respect and admiration and the secretly harbored crushes coming home to roost! Getting Lucky gave it all in spades!
What appeals to me most with this trope is that even when the HEA journey is rocky and the characters hit a rough patch, the bedrock of their connection is a true friendship. I adore when friends realize their true loves were right before their eyes. Besides, they also have the best fight scenes because no one can call you out on your sh!t better than a true friend!
There isn’t much to this book, don’t expect much by the way of plot twists and multi-layered goings on, but what it lacks in heft, it makes up for in enjoyable simplicity. Matt and Romy grow individually and then together, facing all the normal new relationship pitfalls compounded with the (literal) baby making. The crux of the story lies squarely with Matt and Romy and their emotional and scorching hot journey to HEA horse and buggy style!
This was a good pass the time book, my gripe- I don’t like when books end with the characters in bed about to have sex. Is that a spoiler? Meh? Not really, if so *dodges tomatoes* I don’t like sex as an ending, it makes the book seem unfinished, I always look for the real final closing scene. Gah. The last few sentences of a book should never be a blow job. Just no.
Getting Lucky is a pretty fast read and sets the stage for the Reunions series, more second chance, friends to lovers stuff? I’m thinking yes! And it is pretty cool to have a jaunty little series for these popular tropes. I love thematic series, so I’m open to following this author to see what she does next.