{"id":63294,"date":"2022-02-03T08:00:49","date_gmt":"2022-02-03T13:00:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/?p=63294"},"modified":"2025-08-28T09:48:00","modified_gmt":"2025-08-28T13:48:00","slug":"blog-tour-arc-review-group-therapy-a-romantic-comedy-by-b-b-easton","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/?p=63294","title":{"rendered":"Blog Tour & ARC Review: Group Therapy: A Romantic Comedy by B.B. Easton"},"content":{"rendered":"

GROUP THERAPY, a brand new steamy and laugh-out-loud rom-com from Wall Street Journal<\/em> Bestselling Author BB Easton is now available!<\/strong><\/h4>\n

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Blurb<\/strong><\/h4>\n

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\u2013worthy tantrums? Check. Letter of recommendation from my velociraptor-like supervisor?<\/p>\n

That\u2019s going to take a miracle. Not only because my boss said I have to cure our most-prized client\u2019s writer\u2019s block in time for him to meet his insane deadline, but also because that client just so happens to be \u2026<\/p>\n

Thomas F*@%ing O\u2019Reardon.<\/p>\n

Yeah, that Thomas O\u2019Reardon. 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 \u2026 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\u2019t involve taking our clothes off \u2026 it\u2019s torture.<\/p>\n

So, when Thomas casually asks me out at the end of a therapy session, I\u2019m 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\u2014the 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:<\/p>\n

Group therapy.<\/p>\n

The only problem? I\u2019ve never actually done group therapy. And side problem: my other clients are heathens. But what\u2019s the worst that could happen? I mean, it\u2019s not like I\u2019m going to lose all control of the group and let it devolve into a chaotic, bloodthirsty, topless fight club.<\/p>\n

Right?<\/p>\n

Find\u00a0Group Therapy<\/em> on GOODREADS<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Excerpt<\/strong><\/h4>\n

He wraps his warm, ocean-scented, oxford cloth shirt around my shoulders, and for some strange reason, my eyes begin to burn. I blink the stinging sensation away and focus on my breathing as my fingers instinctively curl around the open material and cinch it tighter around my body.<\/p>\n

It feels like a hug.<\/p>\n

A hug that I didn\u2019t realize I\u2019d needed so badly.<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks,\u201d I whisper, swallowing the emotion lodged in my throat.<\/p>\n

Thomas folds his arms across his chest and shrugs, his shoulders already tense from the cold.<\/p>\n

Say something!<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, you weren\u2019t freaked out by what happened in there?\u201d I ask, tilting my head toward the building where the group therapy session from hell just occurred.<\/p>\n

Please say no. Please say you\u2019ll come back next week.<\/p>\n

\u201cActually\u201d\u2014Thomas gives me a crooked smile\u2014\u201cit was kind of fun.\u201d The corners of his mouth drop along with his gaze as it drifts slowly to the ground. \u201cI wonder what it\u2019s like to feel that free.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou only say that because you weren\u2019t the one whose client had you in a headlock.\u201d<\/p>\n

He laughs silently, and it\u2019s the perfect example of the self-control he wishes he could let go of.<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe that\u2019s why you write about psychopaths,\u201d I add, missing the weight of his eyes on me. \u201cSo you can experience what it\u2019s like to be that \u2026 uninhibited.\u201d<\/p>\n

A crease forms between his eyebrows. \u201cWrote,\u201d he says, his eyes darkening as they travel to a place even farther away from me. \u201cPast tense.\u201d<\/p>\n

With that, Thomas turns to open his car door, and I panic. I panic, and I do the dumbest thing I\u2019ve done yet, which is saying a lot.<\/p>\n

I reach out and grab his hand.<\/p>\n

Thomas goes completely still.<\/p>\n

I go completely still.<\/p>\n

Even the wind, which had been swirling brittle orange leaves around our feet, goes completely still as the words, \u201cWill write,\u201d leave me on a shaky breath.<\/p>\n

I try to let go of Thomas\u2019s hand, but he laces his fingers through mine, holding me captive. Then, he turns and captures me with his eyes as well.<\/p>\n

\u201cFuture tense,\u201d I add, unable to look away from the restraint and madness I see warring in his eyes.<\/p>\n

Thomas\u2019s gaze drops to my lips, and when I run my tongue along the seam instead of screaming or slapping him or prying my fingers loose, he begins to lean forward. No. He is being pulled forward. By me. By my actions. By my confusing mixed signals. I invited this. And I have to stop it.<\/p>\n

But I can\u2019t. My brain is barking commands that my body is no longer listening to. I watch helplessly from inside my traitorous body as Thomas lifts his other hand, slides it beneath my curtain of hair, which is still tucked inside his shirt, and cups the side of my neck.<\/p>\n

His thumb caresses the ridge of my jaw, and like the strike of a match, my neglected husk of a body goes up in flames. The heat engulfs me, spreading like a forest fire as it burns away the fingerprints of every man who\u2019s ever touched me before. It ignites something deep inside of me\u2014an inextinguishable need. An excruciating singular desire.<\/p>\n

I close my eyes and lean into his touch. And I hate myself for it.<\/p>\n

I can\u2019t do this. I can\u2019t kill my career. I can\u2019t sabotage his treatment. But as I stand here, rooted to the spot, with Thomas\u2019s fingers laced in mine and his hand splayed across my skin, I can\u2019t even make myself exhale, let alone walk away.<\/p>\n

Just as Thomas\u2019s breath, warm and sweet, dances over my parted lips, as my body tenses and braces for the impact of this wrecking ball of a man, it is the voice of another man that breaks the spell.<\/p>\n

\u201cDr. Sterling?\u201d<\/p>\n

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Review<\/strong><\/h4>\n

4 stars!<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Lou Sterling is so close to getting her clinical psychologist license and all she needs is a recommendation from her boss. However, she and her boss do not get along. \u00a0When Lou is given the chance to “fix” a high profile client in return for a stellar recommendation, there’s nothing else for her to do than accept the job because this is what she has been practicing for, right?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Wrong. Her client is none other than the super successful author who just so happens to star in all of Lou\u2019s fantasies.\u00a0 Thomas O\u2019Reardon has writer\u2019s bloke and Lou has six weeks to cure him or else she is out of a job and he is out of a million dollars. It shouldn\u2019t be hard except for the fact that the sexual tension is off the charts and each day they meet it gets harder to ignore their attraction.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Group Therapy<\/i> is a sweet, funny, and entertaining romantic comedy that took me by surprise. Lou has worked so hard to get to where she is and she won\u2019t do anything to jeopardize her future. So, to help Thomas she needs to get to the root of the problem and what better way than getting to know him well.\u00a0 He\u2019s off limits and she needs to keep things professional so her answer to seeing him after hours is group therapy sessions.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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These sessions definitely don\u2019t go as planned and it is hilarious. They get out of hand quickly and I couldn\u2019t believe the things that transpired. It\u2019s too funny and all the while, the more Lou and Thomas get to know each other better, the harder it becomes to ignore the chemistry they have.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Though the attraction is immediate, the story is more of a slow burn because they fight their feelings as long as they could before they just combust. It\u2019s hot and heavy but then things fall apart. It\u2019s not too dramatic and I love the growth that both Lou and Thomas go through to make it out on the other side.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I loved how the story was original and everything played out in an unpredictable way. I enjoyed the ending and the epilogue was icing on the cake. The secondary characters are wonderful and also add to the fun.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

*ARC generously provided by the author and Social Butterfly PR*<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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About the Author<\/strong><\/h4>\n

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Wall Street Journal<\/em> bestselling author BB Easton lives in the suburbs of Atlanta with her long-suffering husband, Ken, and two adorable children. She recently quit her job as a school psychologist to write books about her punk rock past and deviant sexual history full-time. Ken is suuuper excited about that.<\/p>\n

BB\u2019s debut memoir, 44 CHAPTERS ABOUT 4 MEN, is the inspiration for the #4 Most-Watched Netflix Original Series of all time, SEX\/LIFE. Because she had so much fun writing it, BB went on to publish four more wickedly funny, shockingly steamy, and heartwarmingly honest books, one for each man in her memoir: SKIN, SPEED, STAR, and SUIT.<\/p>\n

THE RAIN TRILOGY<\/a>, an epic, immersive, end-of-the-world romance, is BB’s first work of fiction. Or at least, that’s what she thought when she wrote it in 2019. Then 2020 hit and all of her dystopian plot points started coming true. Hopefully, her feel-good romantic comedy GROUP THERAPY will fix everything.<\/p>\n

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