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294 pages, ebook
First published August 30, 2012


TW: Ahead lies discussion of violence against women, and stalking/obsessive behavior.
I’m so conflicted, y’all.
You know what I’m talking about. You find a book, read a blurb, know the author and think to yourself, yes, this is what I need right now.
Then you read it and say to yourself, eh, maybe it’s just a slow start. Give it a few. And then you get halfway through, and you think, well, it’s not that I hate it. And then you get near the end, and you push through it because, well, you’ve nearly finished it, haven’t you?
Unfortunately, Just Goods Friends left me feeling this way. Disappointed and unfulfilled. Like eating macaroni and cheese from the deli. Not cheesy enough to be the real stuff, and distinctly lacking in the artificial flavoring required for nostalgia. There are some redeeming qualities, which I’ll discuss, which saved it from a D rating.
This isn’t the first Rosalind James book I’ve read. Perhaps that’s why Just Good Friends left me with such mild dissatisfaction. I picked up her most recent title, Kiwi Rules, and loved it. Smart, driven heroine. Hunky, empathetic, hero. Great hook, too — he’s a veteran and an amputee. She’s just been pushed out of the startup she’d invested her twenties into and lost her fiancée in the bargain. (It’s good, you guys. The hero cries after they have sex. There’s emotional growth and side characters with personalities!)
After Kiwi Rules, I picked up Just Come Over. Also very enjoyable. Lots of catnip in that book. A hero who’s forty. A heroine who is his widowed sister-in-law. Plot moppets so cute and vulnerable and strong that you just want to give them a cuddle. (Also quite a delightful read. Not quite as rich as Kiwi Rules, but still quite satisfying).
On a roll, and looking for some spice to flavor my next read, I evaluated Ms. James’ catalog and settled on Just Good Friends. The premise was strong on this one. The leads grate on one another when they first meet, so that should have resulted in some witty banter. There’s a bet that forces them to spend time with one another. The heroine is hiding out from a violent stalker. The hero is Maori, and that plays a large part in his character and identity. It’s a slow burn romance (theoretically – I’ll elaborate in a minute), taking place over several months and with the idea that the two leads slowly come to fall in love despite their best intentions.
Sign me up. Lots to work with, right?
Right?
Well, perhaps too much.
But before I start my critique, I think I should point out the parts that kept me slogging through the story, all the way to the bland ending.
First (as you may have guessed), this story is set in Auckland, New Zealand, and features a romance between the American Kate and a local Kiwi rugby superstar, Koti James.
“Nice try. Still waiting for my apology.” She crossed her arms, the toe of one high heel tapping.
“What am I apologizing for again? I’ve forgotten by now. Better remind me, make sure I don’t do it again.”
“Very funny. You’re apologizing for being a possessive jerk. Which you know very well.”
He stepped towards her, gently pried loose her hands and held them in his own. “I’m sorry I fancy you so much that I can’t stand the thought of other fellas hanging around. Because you’re making my life dead uncomfortable right
“That’s it? That’s your big apology?”
“Yeh, that’s it,” he said. She continued to scowl, and he decided it wasn’t.
James, Rosalind. Just Good Friends (Escape to New Zealand Book 2) (p. 173). Bellbird Publishing. Kindle Edition.
Ladies (and gents), I am into this. This should be great. We get tons of great elements in this story. Kate is never TSTL – too stupid to live. She flees to the other side of the globe to escape her stalker, letting only her parents know where she is. She maintains a low profile, works with a therapist to learn how to get past the trauma and terror that have ruled her world, and is an accountant. Hooray for accountants, who help us and always get disparaged in novels.
Koti is model-beautiful, way too full of himself, but smart and emotionally-aware (sometimes). He was raised by a single mom and three older sisters, all of whom are teachers. Women fall at his feet on an hourly basis, but the only woman he’s interested in is this American who won’t give him the time of day.
And yet…
There are other elements of the story to love, too. We get a ton of exposition on En Zed, Maori culture, and how that can impact your everyday life. Because Kate is an American there for a year, we get lots of helpful insight from side characters and Koti himself. This American reader learned a bunch (take your shoes off when you come inside and don't lean against the counters). I now want to go to New Zealand for reasons other than Lord of the Rings and the hope of meeting someone with Taika Waititi’s sense of humor. We learn what blackwater rafting is (I want to do it!), some day-in-the-life tidbits, and more exposure to rugby than this Yank ever thought she’d enjoy.
So why does this story fall so flat for me?
I’ve narrowed it down to about three reasons, all of which I think I can attribute to this being a pretty early title in Ms. James’ library.
ONEThe story is stretched over too long of a time frame, with no strong plot devices to bridge us between the introduction and the conclusion. This is a 7-month slow burn. Seven. Months. That’s a long time for a slow burn romance to smolder.
And yet Koti and Kate first fall into bed at about 40% of the way through the book. And while that can work in a slow burn romance, there was no tension. We don’t get any of the tummy-twisting Elizabeth/Mr. Darcy feelings, where we can tell he’s way into her and she’s in denial. There’s no sense that Kate’s holding a big piece of herself back due to self-doubt and self-preservation. You know, where the leads self-sabotage because they’re too in their heads to realize that real, life-long love is just one moment of vulnerability away.
It’s just, oh, they sort of don’t like each other and then okay, they’re sort of into each other and then alright, now they’re having cringey sex.
And I don’t want to mislead you. The sex is…eh. I don’t want to harp on this, but let’s say I’ve read books where the sex is implied to be hot in a way that’s got you feeling a bit warm. I’ve read books that have been explicit enough that you would feel kinky to have someone read them over your shoulder. And then there’s sex like this, which is neither wickedly explicit nor intriguingly vague.
“I’m bad for you. And that’s good, because you’re a bad, bad girl yourself. That’s why you needed that. And why you need this.”
James, Rosalind. Just Good Friends (Escape to New Zealand Book 2) (p. 124). Bellbird Publishing. Kindle Edition.
That’s supposed to be dirty talk and we’re told Kate finds it unbearably sexy, but call me the Night King because it just leaves me ice cold.
The stakes aren’t immediate or appropriate. From the stalker who looms over Kate’s plotline to the lackluster stakes for their bet, this book seems to lack the kind of drivers you would expect from a romantic suspense. Let’s start with the bet:
“But I’ll take that bet, that you can’t do six weeks of friendship. What are the stakes?”
“If I win, you give me a big kiss in the office, in front of all the staff. And tell me how wonderful I am.”
“Right. That’s happening. But since I know you won’t win, I’m not worrying. And if I win, which I am counting on, by the way…Let me think.” She stood for a minute, looking abstracted. Geez, she was intense. “I know,” she decided.
“When I win, you wear a pink hoodie. All day, except when you’re actually practicing.”
He winced. “That’d be dead embarrassing. Reckon I’d better win”
James, Rosalind. Just Good Friends (Escape to New Zealand Book 2) (p. 124). Bellbird Publishing. Kindle Edition.
That’s it. That’s the bet. He’s got to wear a hoodie. She has to give him a kiss and tell him how wonderful he is. Are you still awake? Because I’m feeling a bit done in, myself.
This bet is the hook, you guys. That’s what’s supposed to get us invested in seeing this develop into a love/hate relationship for the ages.
It’s like two six-year-olds set the stakes. Let’s just do a little thought experiment. What’s a harmless, yet embarrassing, stake they could have set? I’ll start. What about setting a one-month punishment, forcing Kate to hang a Koti poster in her cubicle for everyone in the office to see, change her desktop to a shirtless picture of him, and perhaps use an “I love Koti” mug. And how much flak do you think Koti would catch in the locker room if he were forced to rock a different, colorful pedicure for four weeks?
And that leads me to discussing the stalker. As far as stalkers go, I was alright with this one. There's none of those awful POVs from him, which I appreciate. However, James does a mediocre job of incorporating the threat he presents into our narrative. At one point, I wondered if we'd ever get to him at all. For me, there was little-to-no suspense in this romantic suspense, because his threat felt so removed from much of the story.
We meet Kate well after she’s realized how dangerous he is, and has started taking steps to deal with the aftermath. Just because she flees across the globe, does not mean Kate gets sloppy. She sees a therapist. She locks her door the minute she leaves the house. She does her best to stay out of pictures and out of social media. We're told that her stalker is violent, it’s serious, and Kate eloquently and succinctly explains why she acts the way she does. We get passages like this:
“So now you know. That’s what I did. I ran away. As far and as fast as I could go. Brave, huh?”
“Yeh,” he told her, squeezing her hand. “Yeh, I do think it was brave. I think it was amazing. You were in that kind of danger, and you thought about keeping the people you loved safe. I’m sure your parents wanted you to stay with them, that they would’ve done anything to protect you. Instead, you protected them. And to make a plan like you did, under that kind of stress, and then to come here alone and start over. All that took courage. More courage than most people will ever have.”
James, Rosalind. Just Good Friends (Escape to New Zealand Book 2) (p. 124). Bellbird Publishing. Kindle Edition.
Pretty good, right? Don’t get too excited, because we then get this at about 80%:
SPOILER
“You wouldn’t really want me to put myself at risk, would you? Just so you’re not bored at some banquet?”
“Nah,” he grumbled. “Course I wouldn’t. If you really think there’s still a risk, of course you should stay home. But I don’t want some secret girlfriend that I can’t take out.”
“You don’t want me?” she asked, startled. “If I can’t go out with you?”
“Didn’t say that,” he sighed. “Sorry. It’s hard for me to believe there’s still any danger, though. Not after all this time. I think you might be overreacting, don’t you?”
James, Rosalind. Just Good Friends (Escape to New Zealand Book 2) (p. 258). Bellbird Publishing. Kindle Edition.
Fuck you, Koti. Fuck you very much.
THREEThe editing was not critical enough.
This book was unpalatable to read because it was so damn jumpy. You’d get jumps between POVs that were one, two, five paragraphs long, all in the same chapter. Most of these jumps could have been eliminated or reintroduced naturally as exposition in better scenes. The result is a book that both feels like it’s dragging and is purposeless, despite the looming threat of a stalker.
There’s a moment of tension between Koti and Kate, too, that’s introduced far too late in the story. It could have worked as a tension-builder, something to cause the reader to fret over as the plot line loomed closer and closer to its reveal. Instead, it’s introduced and revealed in too short a time-span, robbing the story of tension and making Koti out to be, well, a child.
That, perhaps, was what I saw as the fatal flaw for this series. I liked Kate, I did. She was rational, tough, and smart. She took risks to broaden her horizons, took introspective looks at herself, and set hard limits on what she would tolerate.
But Koti was just….meh. He has moments of interest, which almost always boiled down to discussions on his heritage (interesting, and yet still not a good enough reason to root for this hero). On the whole, he was immature, spoiled, self-deceptive, and not even close to living up to the hype of what we’re told he is. He’s supposed to be charming, cocky, gorgeous, swoony.
Mostly, I just found him to be self-absorbed. That’s why I’ve tacked that minus onto the C. The book was mediocre enough throughout, but Koti’s behavior near the end had me rooting against a HEA.
With a more critical editor, I think this book could be really enjoyable. There’s a lot of elements to love about it. Kate is great, and Koti could have developed into the kind of too-full-of-himself hero I enjoy watching being cut down by the right woman.
It would need some major reworking, though, to rescue it from its current state.
In the meantime, check out some of Rosalind James’ more recent works. Since this book, at least, she’s written some truly enjoyable tales set in En Zed, featuring better romance, better heroes, and much better sex (thank god). Aside from the titles mentioned above, I absolutely adored Just Say (Hell) No. I think it's, hands down, my favorite of her titles. And don't write off James' romantic suspense chops, either, because Guilty as Sin is a great book despite its heinous cover.
And if you're in the mood for more Kiwi Media, I highly recommend What We Do in the Shadows (I believe it's included in the US Amazon Prime) and Hunt for the Wilderpeople.