Publication Date: February 1, 2022
Genre/Tropes: Romantic Comedy
Author: B.B. Easton
This is the kind of sugar-crack that feeds romcom addicts, like me!! Pure comedic fun is contained within the pages of Group Therapy!
Any fan of BB Easton’s, or any fan of romantic comedy in general, will fall in love with this book. Dr. Luna Sterling and Thomas O’Reardon is a brilliant couple together. Pure, forbidden chemistry with all the comedic timing that made this an unputdownable read.
Lou, as Luna likes to be called, is in the final stages of her physiologist certification and she just might make that final hurdle to her PhD if she can cure Thomas O’Reardon of his writer’s block. Should be easy peasy, he’s a NYT best-selling author after all, how hard can it be?
Lou doesn’t tell anyone that Thomas is her favorite author, or that she might have just the tiniest crush on him. She can be a professional after all. Keep her hands to herself and get him to open up while not fangirling all over him. What she needs is more time spent opening his creativity, but not in an intimate environment….perfect solution, group therapy.
Thomas has six weeks to complete a book that he’s already behind on. Six weeks to complete something that he’s had zero inspiration on. Six weeks to finish a manuscript that he’s felt empty about. Easy…uh…well, he has no idea how therapy can help, but there is something that keeps him coming back to his appointments week after week. It might just be time spent with his therapist, he might want to talk to her about that.
Group Therapy is zany, crazy fun and it’s truly sensational. It’s also refreshing to hear the inner thoughts of a therapist and know that they are human just like the rest of us; a little unsure, a little bit of a mess, and prone to making mistakes. Loved it! Loved it! Loved it!
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:
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.