Say You’ll Be Nine by Lucy Lennox
Cover Designer: Cate Ashwood
One dilapidated cabin in need of renovation.
Two stubborn men pretending to be a couple.
Three summer months to get the job done.
Four tangled legs in only one bed.
Five cameras catching it all for YouTube.
Six hundred thousand Instagram followers.
Seven nosy family members with Opinions.
Eight thousand reasons they should never fall in love.
Nine million reasons why they will.
Say You’ll Be Nine is a standalone novel..
This is my first book by rhis author and I really enjoyed it. It was funny and swoony and so romantic. I loved Cooper and Nine together.
It’s got forced proximity and brother’s best friend but it’s also about family and friendship. I loved both the character, how different they were from each other but so perfect together. It made me smile so much. Highly recommend it if you’re looking for a light hearted, fun read filled with emotions.
Written in dual POV, it’s a wonderful story with low angst. It’s a standalone and there’s also a short story for Cooper’s twin, which made me super happy!
*ARC provided by the author via Gay Romance Reviews in exchange for an honest and unbiased review
I picked up his hand and started toying with his fingers so I wouldn’t have to look at his distracting face. “Don’t you know why I’m called Nine?”
“You’re the ninth child of ten.”
“Yes, but it’s more than that. None of my other siblings go by their birth order number.”
He had a point. “I never understood why Tip was short for Francis either.”
“That’s another story for another time, but remind me because it’s a good one.” At least that got a smile out of him. “Growing up, everything was numbered to keep things easy for my mom. Our coat hooks, our water bottles, hell, even our underwear had little Sharpie numbers inside the waistband. Naturally, I was nine. I ate off the ninth plate. I got the ninth pick off the cookie plate at dessert. I got ninth choice in board game pieces. You get the idea. Nine. But the thing is, everyone up to me had something about them that made them special, that made them memorable.”
I tried not to look at Cooper’s face because I absolutely did not want to see him feel sorry for me. But I kept telling the story anyway. Maybe I was a glutton for punishment.
“Aaron was the oldest, the heir to the throne, so to speak. He was Dad’s right-hand man, still is. He’s the most dependable. Then there was Beth, everyone’s favorite. The kindest human on earth. Then Colt, who never met any trouble he didn’t want to get into. He was wild, still is. Then Delia, the pretty one. The pageant winner and homecoming queen. Then there was Eli, who was the golden boy. He’s everyone’s friend and an all-around good guy. And of course Tip, the funny one, and Graham, the lucky one. Then there’s me. Obviously, there’s Jessie, but she’s the baby.”
Cooper’s voice was different than I’d ever heard it. “But you’re the sweet one. You’re the kind one. You’re the one who saved a baby fox that time when its leg was caught in the fence. You’re the one who almost got fired from his job just so you could keep Dee from being stranded on the side of the highway in a rainstorm.”
He sounded so offended, so distraught, and it made something inside of me squeeze tight. I let go of his hand and reached for his cheek, cupping it for a minute before sliding my fingers into his hair. “Beth is the sweet one, remember? I’m just me. Nothing special about me. It was actually the preacher at church who started calling me Nine really early on, like at my baptism. He said the number nine was symbolic of the completeness of the Holy Spirit or something, then he said it also represented finality.” I laughed. “When Beth told me the story years later, she said it was pretty clear to everyone in the church he meant that as a message for Mom and Dad to stop having more babies. But then came Jessie, so clearly they didn’t listen.”
“Does it bother you? The name, I mean.” The worry was clear in Cooper’s eyes.
“No. I’m used to it. Teachers started calling me Nine in kindergarten. I can’t remember when my mom started calling me by that name, but my dad got on board when someone thought it was real clever to give me the number nine jersey in tee ball.”
Cooper didn’t laugh.
I leaned over and kissed his prickly chin. “I notice you call me Isaac more often lately. Is that why? Do you worry about upsetting me?”
He shrugged. “Maybe a little.”
“Don’t. It doesn’t bother me. But… it’s nice that you care. I like it when you call me Isaac. But I like it when you call me Nine too. I just like it when you call me at all.”
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After enjoying creative writing as a child, Lucy didn’t write her first novel until she was over 40 years old. Her debut novel, Borrowing Blue, was published in the autumn of 2016. Lucy has an English Literature degree from Vanderbilt University, but that doesn’t hold a candle to the years and years of staying up all night reading tantalizing novels on her own. She has three children, plays tennis, and hates folding laundry. While her husband is no shmoopy romance hero, he is very good at math, cooks a mean lasagne, has gorgeous eyes, looks hot in his business clothes, and makes her laugh every single day.
Lucy hopes you enjoy sexy heroes as much as she does. Happy reading!