In Group Therapy by B.B. Easton (2/1)n, Dr. Luna “Lou” Sterling has one final huge hurdle to overcome before she can 
practice psychiatry on her own: help international bestselling author Thomas O’Reardon move past his writer’s block in six weeks. One of the many problems? Lou is a complete fangirl over his psychological thrillers–and the gorgeous Brit himself. Then there’s the sparks of attraction flying between them during each session. Totally improper, she knows. But when Thomas starts to cross a line Lou whole-heartedly wants to jump over, the only way she can think for them to be together outside the office is in a group therapy setting.
“I finally meet the actual, literal man of my dreams, and if I sleep with him, my career is over.”
Lou faces yet another obstacle: there *is* no group therapy set up nor has she been approved to lead one. That’s where Lou’s loyal but somewhat offbeat friends come into the picture. Using their favorite local bar as the setting, Lou and crew start hosting weekly sessions with varying results. Some of the ill-behaved patients start to have breakthroughs. But her relationship with Thomas gets even more convoluted when his writer’s block hasn’t broken and their chemistry goes through the roof. With both of their careers on the line, it will take a miracle–or an outlandish group of locals–for Lou and Thomas to make it through in one piece.
‘Kissing this woman feels like taming a flame. I suddenly don’t mind the few times I got burned in the process.’
A romantic comedy that was hilariously inappropriate while still having all the feels, Group Therapy was a wild ride of hi-jinks, lines being crossed, sexy connections, and love. So much love.
“I can’t do this,” I mumble. “I can’t be his therapist. I can’t even be in the same room as him without ovulating.”
Group Therapy is the first book I’ve read by B.B. Easton and after reading the synopsis and breezing through some reviews, I thought I knew what I was in for. Nope. Not even close! This was a rom-com that had me hysterically laughing until my eyes watered. I sniffled over our heroine’s and hero’s backstories. I sighed happily at the swoony ending. And in between it was…mayhem, to be honest. (lol)
I can’t imagine what it would like to be in Lou’s shoes. She was a complete fangirl of her new client, so she had to squash down her giddiness–plus her boss was holding Lou’s recommendation hostage until Thomas finished his manuscript. No pressure, right? But it was the instant attraction between Thomas and Lou that pushed it all over the edge. With her zany friends in tow, she formed the group therapy plan which I thought was both brilliant and headed for trouble at the same time. Lou’s clients she invited, aside from Thomas, were quite the handful. And the therapy scenes, oh my word did they have me cackling away.
Now, I will caution that you have to basically suspend disbelief and let the story flow because some scenes were over the top. Okay, quite a few scenes. And Lou and her friends all had a fair bit of growing up to do. But it was the type of feel-good romance that was pure escapism so I didn’t mind one bit.
QOTD: The dialogue and scenes were so well written here that I can clearly picture this as becoming a movie on Netflix. Have you read any books that were that vivid to you?
Book Info:
Publication: Published February 1st 2022 | Pub: Art by Easton |
From the Wall Street Journal bestselling author of 44 Chapters About 4 Men (inspiration for the 4th Most-Watched Netflix Original Series of all time, Sex/Life) comes a fun, forbidden romantic comedy about an inexperienced psychologist and her ultra-famous client.
I am thiiiiis close to finally becoming a full-fledged psychologist. PhD? Check. Prestigious postdoc position, providing therapy to entitled millionaires and C-list celebrities whose pumpkin spice lattes cost more than my Converse and make excellent projectiles during their reality TV–worthy tantrums? Check. Letter of recommendation from my velociraptor-like supervisor?
That’s going to take a miracle. Not only because my boss said I have to cure our most-prized client’s writer’s block in time for him to meet his insane deadline, but also because that client just so happens to be …
Thomas F*@%ing O’Reardon.
Yeah, that Thomas O’Reardon. The wickedly brilliant, achingly beautiful, devastatingly British best-selling author whose psychological thrillers line my bookshelf at home and whose face I might or might not picture while I … you get the point. Sitting in a confined space with him; inhaling the crisp, clean scent of his cologne; gazing into his broody blue eyes while trying to remember to nod and listen and come up with suggestions that don’t involve taking our clothes off … it’s torture.
So, when Thomas casually asks me out at the end of a therapy session, I’m forced to make an impossible choice: say yes and risk losing my dream job, or say no and risk losing my dream guy. In a panic, I blurt out a third option—the only solution I can think of that will allow me to see this man after hours without it being considered a career-ending ethics violation:
Group therapy.
The only problem? I’ve never actually done group therapy. And side problem: my other clients are heathens. But what’s the worst that could happen? I mean, it’s not like I’m going to lose all control of the group and let it devolve into a chaotic, bloodthirsty, topless fight club.
Right?
