When you’re clueless, Mr. Romance can help.
I’m not sure how it happened, but it turns out I’ve unknowingly been dating three people.
Friends don’t spoil other friends, apparently. My trust fund means I can afford to, though, and what’s a meal here and there? Or some clothes? Or textbooks? That doesn’t mean we’re dating, right?
Others disagree. If I want to get through the rest of college knowing who my friends are, I need help from someone who knows all about dating and can tell me what not to do.
Someone like Mr. Romance.
When people look at me, romance is the last thing they think of… but I’m still the first person they call. Need a first date planned? A big romantic moment? Gotta beg for forgiveness? I’m your man. When it comes to romance, I’ve got it handled.
Not personally, though. My romantic life is… barren. All I really want is someone to snuggle with and spoil me. What I’ve got is planning dates for people who have no clue about romancing someone.
But now I’m somehow Charlie Martin’s anti-romance consultant. Charlie, who’s completely clueless yet the most accepting and friendly person I’ve ever met. Who’s giving and generous. Who’s befriended me and wants me to be happy.
I’m supposed to help him stop his friends from falling for him. The last thing I need is to fall for him myself.
Title: Mr. Romance
Authors: Louisa Masters
Series: Franklin U Series, Book 3
Tropes: Oblivious MC/himbo, friends with benefits, friends to lovers, opposites attract, rom-com, dating doctor/gay Hitch.
“I really don’t understand what I’m doing here,” the guy—Charlie?—protests.
“I told you, I’m gonna introduce you to Mr. Romance. You know about Mr. Romance, right?” Ian says.
Charlie nods solemnly. “The guy people pay to plan dates for them? Everyone knows about Mr. Romance. He’s a legend.” His gaze lands on me and Matt, bounces back and forth between us, and then settles on Matt. “It’s great to meet you. I’m a big fan of your work. Well, of stories of your work.”
Matt shakes his head. “I really don’t think you are.”
I roll my eyes and get up. “My work.”
He turns his gaze to me and gives me a doubtful once-over. I know what he’s seeing: short and pale, with an untamable mop of ashy-colored hair. I’ve tried cutting it super-short. That really showed off my bone structure, which wasn’t a good thing. I used to be bony too, but thankfully gymnastics has helped me build muscle. I’m kinda ripped now.
Too bad nobody but me gets to see it.
Either way, I don’t look like everyone’s romantic ideal.
“Yours?” he asks.
“Yeah. I’m Mr. Romance. Liam Rigby.” I start to hold out my hand to shake, then make myself drop it. Nobody shakes hands in college unless they’re going for a job interview. Except me, apparently.
“Charlie Martin,” he says automatically. “Really? You’re Mr. Romance?”
Wow. Rude, much?
Ian groans. “Charlie, don’t piss him off. You need his help.”
I want to make a snarky comment and walk away, because fuck him, but I’m not dumb enough to turn down a paying job. I make a lot of money from being Mr. Romance, and I don’t even charge that much. It just turns out that a lot of guys hate planning dates. Some girls, too.
This guy, though, I’m going to charge double. Maybe even triple. He’s interrupting gym time and being a dick while he’s at it.
“Got a big date planned?” I ask, mentally flipping through my schedule. As long as it’s not for this weekend, I can probably fit him in. Unless he wants something super elaborate.
To my surprise, he shakes his head so vehemently, he almost falls over. “No. No dates. I’m not dating anyone right now, no matter what they say.”
I look at Ian. “Why is he here?”
“Because he’s a sweet, sweet moron.” Ian kicks off his sneakers and starts stretching.
“Hey!” Charlie sounds insulted, but then pouts and shakes his head. “It might be true, but words hurt, man.”
These books are definitely fun. I love the overlap of characters and stories. This is book three and while I liked it ok, it is my least favorite so far. The how and why of Charlie needing Liam’s help was…odd. It just didn’t make sense to me at all.
Ok, so Charlie is adorable. He is super friendly, loves people. But apparently people think they are dating Charlie when Charlie thinks they are just friends. If this happened once, I would totally buy it. But it apparently goes back to high school. And he had no idea.
How do all these people think they are dating Charlie when there is nothing physical going on? Ok, yes, he tends to pay for things (his family is very well off), likes to spend time with people, and is very attentive. But how can you think you are even casually dating when there is no hand holding, cuddling, kissing? So that was a bit far-fetched for me.
After I got past that, I really enjoyed Charlie and Liam slowly becoming a couple. Without them knowing it. HAHAHAHA! To be fair, there is hand holding, cuddling, kissing and more. But since they slapped a FWB label on it, they are both clueless.
They are seriously so cute together, while cluelessly pining for each other. Everyone around them can see it, but they are blind. Watching them figure it out is hilarious.
3.5 pieces of eye candy
Louisa Masters started reading romance much earlier than her mother thought she should. While other teenagers were sneaking out of the house, Louisa was sneaking romance novels in and working out how to read them without being discovered. She’s spent most of her life feeling sorry for people who don’t read, convinced that books are the solution to every problem. As an adult, she feeds her addiction in every spare second, only occasionally tearing herself away to do things like answer the phone and pay bills.
Louisa has a long list of places first discovered in books that she wants to visit, and every so often she overcomes her loathing of jet lag and takes a trip that charges her imagination. She lives in Melbourne, Australia, where she whines about the weather for most of the year while secretly admitting she’ll probably never move.
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