Night Shift (Daydreamers, #1)

by Annie Crown

The cover is humiliating. I don’t know who made the executive decision to put naked male torsos on romance novels, but I have a sneaking suspicion that some big-shot marketing executive wanted to shame me into buying an e-reader so I wouldn’t have to be seen holding this in public.

Nina’s the one who helps me get ready. “Wear my green dress,” she tells me. “The one with the spaghetti straps. You look so hot in that dress. Think about it. You can wear one of your grandma cardigans over it, so he suspects nothing. You get inside, and oh, what’s that? It’s so warm in here. You take off the cardigan, and boom. He’s overcome with lust. You fuck on the floor of the Starbucks.” “You’re hereby fired as my life coach.”

“What’s our most hated trope?” I frown. “Our what?” “Answer the question. What do we always bitch about in books?” “Slut-shaming?” “No—I mean, yes, obviously, but I’m talking about a trope.” “Surprise pregnancy?” “Oh, God—” There’s fire in Nina’s eyes like she’s prepared to rant. “Yes, all right, we hate a lot of tropes. But I was talking about miscommunication, Kendall. We both hate when two stupid characters could solve all their problems by saying one honest thing. So, instead of assuming you know why a bunch of basketball players came into Starbucks—when you know for a fact that you and Harper once put on hoodies and fake mustaches to spy on me when I had that date with that girl from improv—why didn’t you ask Vincent what was up with them?”

my first thought is: I’m going to help Vincent commit premeditated murder.