4 Stars / Contemporary / Review / Romantic Comedy

Review: The Roommate Agreement by Emma Hart

Let your homeless best friend stay with you, he said. Being roommates will be fun, he said. It’s only temporary, he said.

He never said I’d fall for him.

You know what isn’t ‘temporary?’ The endless stream of dirty socks in my bathroom and empty food packets under the sofa—and don’t even get me started on the hot guys who take over my living room every Sunday to watch sports.

I can’t take anymore.

So I propose a roommate agreement. One that will bring peace and order back to my life, complete with rules that might just stop my newfound crush on my best friend in its tracks.

After all, there’s only so many times you can see your best friend naked before you start to lose your mind.

Rules. They’re meant to be broken… Aren’t they?

Title:The Roommate Agreement
Author:Emma Hart
Romantic Comedy
Trope(s):Friends to Lovers
Roommates to Lovers
Point of View:First Person
Past Tense
Dual Viewpoint (Hero & Heroine)
Release Date:26th March, 2019
This image has an empty alt attribute; its file name is AmazonUK.jpgThis image has an empty alt attribute; its file name is AmazonUS.jpgThis image has an empty alt attribute; its file name is AmazonOz.jpgThis image has an empty alt attribute; its file name is AmazonCanada.jpg

A laugh out loud romance

This is the first book by Emma Hart that I’ve ever picked up and I can tell you right now that it will not be my last. I honestly don’t know if I’ve ever laughed so much while reading a book. Not just a slight smile and laughing in my head – but actual guffawing/snorting type laughter. Lucky that I didn’t read this book in public!

There’s almost no build up to this story – you’re flung right into the lives of Shelby and Jay in their apartment and see exactly what them living together is actually like. While I like this immediate fast pace, because the pair’s banter is familiar and sassy (especially on Shelby’s part) it took me longer to get into the swing of their friendship than if I’d seen their relationship grow over time.

As I said, Shelby is quite high strung, quite sarcastic, bossy and slightly kooky. She is forever on Jay’s case, telling him what to do and what not to do – hence the roommate agreement. Much like Shelby’s beloved Big Bang Theory – I would consider her a female Sheldon type. She never annoyed me, but I couldn’t really see myself being friends with her. I probably saw too much of myself in her at times, too, which I’m not sure I was comfortable with. I did manage to get some tips though. A chore schedule? Yes, please!

“This is the kind of lighthearted, fun romance that you need in your life.”

Jay was a typical man – and I say that with bemused affection. He left his dirty socks everywhere, got highly confused by Emma’s female eccentricities, and loved sports and scratching his, erm, man parts when confused about the washing machine. But fear not – he’s no stereotype and I found myself liking him rather a lot.

Together there was a perfection in their coupling. Jay was carefree and boyish. Shelby was uptight and liked her rules. They just worked – balancing each other out in a way that made me smile and think they were perfect for each other. There were some shenanigans and dirty chat, but that was at the end once we were good and ready for the action.

But it really is the writing that makes this book such a hit. It’s engaging, fast paced and – as I mentioned – absolutely hilarious. The wit and sass in the book just killed me. I found myself starting to highlight the funny parts – and soon realised I was highlighting most of the damn book. This is the kind of lighthearted, fun romance that you need in your life. It’ll brighten your day with it’s likeable, relatable characters and laugh out loud comedy, and all wrapped up with a happily ever after. I can’t wait to read more of Emma Hart. 4 stars.

Emma Hart is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty novels and has been translated into several different languages.

She is a mother, wife, lover of wine, Pink Goddess, and valiant rescuer of wild baby hedgehogs.

Emma prides herself on her realistic, snarky smut, with comebacks that would make a PMS-ing teenage girl proud.

Yes, really. She’s that sarcastic.

This image has an empty alt attribute; its file name is Link-Small.pngThis image has an empty alt attribute; its file name is Instagram-Small.pngThis image has an empty alt attribute; its file name is Goodreads-Small.pngThis image has an empty alt attribute; its file name is Twitter-Small.pngThis image has an empty alt attribute; its file name is Facebook-Small.pngThis image has an empty alt attribute; its file name is Bookbub-Small.pngThis image has an empty alt attribute; its file name is Pinterest-Small.png


Shelby shut the door with a click and peered over at me. “What are you writing? If it’s permission to use the feather duster as a sex toy, the answer is no. Unless you buy your own, but if you haven’t figured out where the laundry room is yet, I doubt you’ll find where to buy one.”

She was as funny as a car crash, this one.

“Hilarious,” I drawled. “No, I’m making amendments as I go. I added a new rule.”

“You added a new rule?” She raised one dark eyebrow and walked over, hovering over me. “All right, what is it?”

“Decent clothes must be worn. Do you know how many times I wake up early on a morning to open the gym and find you basically in your underwear in the kitchen?”

“Basically in my underwear? Who are you seeing in the kitchen? I wear shorts and a tank top at the very least.”

“Yes, but the shorts barely cover your ass, and you’re sure as hell not wearing a bra.”

She paused, eyes glittering as she said, “And why are you looking at my ass and my boobs?”

That was an excellent question.

“Because there’s nowhere else to look!” I rushed out before my stupid cock could get any ideas. “Look, waking up in the morning can be challenging for a guy.”

She stared at me.

“I don’t need to get up for a coffee with… you know.” I motioned to my groin. “And see you half-clothed.”

She flicked her hair over her shoulder and walked to the kitchen, turning her back to me. “Why does it matter? I’m your best friend. I hardly think your little friend is remotely interested in whether or not I’m wearing a bra.”

Yeah, well, he is.

“Fine. If I have to wake up and see your perky nipples prancing around the kitchen, I’m going to stroll around in my underwear so you can get a good view of my morning glory.”

She spun, lifting up a finger. Her cheeks were flushed, and she had to swallow before she could speak. “My nipples do not prance. They are not horses.”

I grinned.

“Also, I have no desire to have anything to do with your morning erection, much less get a good view of it, thank you very much.”

“Have I told you that you’re cute when you blush?”

“Have I told you that you’d be a cute dead guy?”

I laughed, leaning back on the sofa. “C’mon, Shelbs. We need to respect each other’s privacy. You don’t want to see my cock hard over your breakfast, and I don’t want to see your nipples standing to attention when I make a coffee.”

She sighed. “Why did I ever let you move in again?”

“Because I was going to be homeless and you’re the best friend ever?”


No Comments

    Leave a Reply

    This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.