"My Sweet Enemy" was a cute, funny enemies-to-lovers romance between sunshiny chocolatier Charlotte Beecher and grumpy supply chain specialist Luke Wells. The fiery chemistry between Luke and Charlotte was immediately apparent and gave rise to a competition that was at times very amusing. For example, I loved the scene when they were trying to outpace each other on neighboring treadmills at the gym; I could practically see the sparks between them flying off the page. Their competition turned more serious as the story progressed, which IMO was a shame because their relationship lost a lot of the playful energy it had at the beginning. The more Charlotte and Luke tried to make each other look bad, the more they made themselves look bad too. It took them a lot longer than it should have to realize that neither was out to get the other.
I really liked the book's secondary characters, particularly Charlotte and Luke's fellow interns, who added a great deal of depth and humor to the story. I couldn't help laughing at the dude-bro from Wall Street who consistently referred to himself as "the Chad," even though he turned out to be a real jerk by the end of the competition. Charlotte's friendship with the other two female interns, Megan and Sofia, ended up being a highlight of the book for me. There was so much more to social media influencer Megan than I thought there would be, and I'd love to see her get her own story.
Overall, while Luke and Charlotte's relationship frustrated me at times, I enjoyed "My Sweet Enemy" and would recommend it for all fans of contemporary romance and romantic comedy. I look forward to whatever Ms. Hartwell writes next.
I really liked the book's secondary characters, particularly Charlotte and Luke's fellow interns, who added a great deal of depth and humor to the story. I couldn't help laughing at the dude-bro from Wall Street who consistently referred to himself as "the Chad," even though he turned out to be a real jerk by the end of the competition. Charlotte's friendship with the other two female interns, Megan and Sofia, ended up being a highlight of the book for me. There was so much more to social media influencer Megan than I thought there would be, and I'd love to see her get her own story.
Overall, while Luke and Charlotte's relationship frustrated me at times, I enjoyed "My Sweet Enemy" and would recommend it for all fans of contemporary romance and romantic comedy. I look forward to whatever Ms. Hartwell writes next.
*Review copy provided by the publisher via NetGalley. All opinions expressed are my own.
About "My Sweet Enemy"
The only thing tempering their insta-hate is delicious attraction.
Sunny chocolatier Charlotte Beecher is unemployed, in student debt, and on the verge of hawking her beloved copper pots just to make ends meet. So when a gourmet chocolate factory chooses her as one of five candidates to help re-launch the company in their Charlie and the Chocolate Factory inspired competition, Charlotte begins to see a light at the end of the tunnel.
Fellow contestant Luke Wells complicates her plans to win by a landslide with his flow charts and marketing projections. Mr. Tall, Dark, and Haughty is all about the bottom line and is as bitter as she is sweet. And when he snubs Charlotte in the first challenge, misunderstanding or not, she transforms from cream puff to jawbreaker. Bring. It. On.
But when these two rivals find themselves distracted by delicious attraction, will they let their passion get in the way of winning the competition?
Read an Excerpt from "My Sweet Enemy"
She opened the door and stepped inside.
“Oh!” She started at the sight of another person inside the fridge, and her foot rammed into something on the floor. “What are you—” she began to ask.
The other person turned. “The door!” Luke shouted. Charlotte gasped and pivoted, pushing out with her empty hand to stop the door from closing, but she was too late. It closed with a heavy clank.
She glanced down, and in the dim light inside the cooler, she saw a brick near the door. It must have been propping it open while he was in here, and she’d accidentally kicked it out of the way.
She set her chocolate molds on a shelf and pushed on the door handle. It didn’t budge.
“Damn it,” Luke growled, striding across the small space. He rattled the handle, but the door didn’t open for him either.
Crap. “We’re locked in,” she said.
He nodded.
“Inside an industrial refrigerator.”
He nodded again.
“The two of us.”
Luke slowly pivoted to face her. “Did you do this on purpose?” he asked, his voice hard.
“What?” Charlotte stared at him. “Are you freaking kidding me?” She shivered. It was damn cold in here, and about to get colder.
“No, are you freaking kidding me?” he retorted, leaning toward her. In the dim light, his eyes glittered with barely suppressed fury.
Charlotte shivered again. “Of course I didn’t do it on purpose,” she shouted. “If I wanted to trap you in an icebox of death, don’t you think I’d make sure I was on the other side of the door?”
She glared, and their eyes dueled for what seemed like an eternity. Charlotte’s neck began to protest her sustained glare with someone a foot taller, so she dropped her eyes and stepped back. Shivering, she wrapped her arms around herself. She’d left her light jacket in the interns’ office and didn’t even have the extra protection of her apron, since that was sitting at her workstation in the main part of the kitchen.
Damn, it was wickedly cold in there.
Luke banged on the door with his fist and hollered. They both waited in silence to see if anyone would come. Aside from the whir of the fridge’s motor, there was no sound.
“They’re all downstairs, eating lunch,” Charlotte murmured. It was unlikely anyone would be back in the kitchen for an hour since Simone had told them to take their time after working so hard during the morning session.
“Damn,” Luke said, still facing the door. His breath puffed out in a cloud. It had grown even colder once the temperature stabilized with the door shut.
Charlotte’s teeth began to chatter. “I’m s-sorry.”
He turned around.
“I d-didn’t realize about the b-brick,” she added. Damn, it was painfully cold. Her fingertips were growing numb.
His eyes scanned her body. “We could freeze to death.” He sounded almost clinical, but she shivered in response to the heated look in his eyes anyway. A shiver on top of a shiver. God, she was pathetic.
“W-what do we do?” she asked. “Jog in p-place?”
They both trotted where they stood. Luke rubbed his hands together. Charlotte tucked hers under her arms. Their breaths came out in white puffs.
“It’s not enough,” he said grimly after a moment. “I think there’s only one option.”
“You’ll s-sacrifice yourself so I c-can pull a Luke Skywalker and climb inside your steaming abdominal cavity?”
He narrowed his eyes.
She shrugged with a whatcha-gonna-do expression. If you couldn’t make Star Wars jokes as you were literally freezing to death, when could you?
He took a step closer, his arms opening.
Charlotte’s eyes widened, and she took a step back. “W-what are you d-doing?”
“We h-have to share body heat.” Now Luke’s teeth were chattering too.
Charlotte swallowed. Could she do it? Could she wrap herself in the embrace of her sworn nemesis, the evilest man on the planet? Well, there were convicted murderers locked away for life, so the evilest man in the building perhaps?
She shuddered with cold. A sharp ache worked its way through her skin and muscle into her sinew, her veins, her very bones.
Even her brain began to feel frozen.
It seemed her options were to either allow this sexy man to wrap her up in his strong arms or to perish from turning into a human icicle. So…she supposed she would take the sexy, evil man.
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