(From the publisher):
British and ballsy, Freya is a free-spirited Manhattan art dealer who thinks her live-in lawyer boyfriend, Michael, is about to propose. So what if he's as straight-laced as she is fearless; who needs passion? They are so...comfortable
, together. But when she shows up for their romantic dinner in a thousand dollar dress and new hair, he takes her hand, looks deeply into her eyes, and asks if they can be...just friends
Next thing she knows, Freya is paying a desperate visit to her long-time friend Jack, crashing his poker game and bunking temporarily in his Village apartment. Tensions inevitably begin to rise. Freya's caustic take on Jack's luscious new girlfriend, Candy, one of his writing students, is cramping his style. Besides, he has to finish writing the great American novel, and prove himself to his wealthy father. But he is willing to help Freya out (of his apartment, that is) by secretly penning a few personals and calling up her old boyfriend. Unfortunately, Michael is no help.
But Freya's got bigger problems. She needs a date (and fast) for the wedding of the century: her younger sister has nabbed the most eligible bachelor in London. Her choices are nonexistent, unless she counts last night's blind date, or young Brett, the sexy boy toy she found in Central Park. Freya desperately wants someone to show off, and suddenly, Jack, in all his sexy blond gorgeousness, is starting to look more and more like wedding—if not exactly marriage—material.
Will Jack and Freya remain just friends...or will they kill each other? Will Freya's sister have her fairytale wedding? And will Michael and Freya's best friend Cat, be able to find mates?
Original title: Just Friends
Genre: Fiction→ General Fiction→ Women's Fiction→ Chick Lit