BookSafety Reviews's Reviews > White Noise

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Attraction was one thing, and attractive he was, but personal space was also a thing, and apparently, Connor Telford had no sense of it.

I had an incredibly good time reading White Noise. I loved both MCs the same amount, which is honestly rare. They were both so well written, and the entire book was witty and smart from the first to the last page. I really love Sophia Soames’ writing style. It’s incredibly british and dry, it’s laugh-out-loud funny in places, and just feels very real. If you read this book or have read her previous work, you’ll know what I mean.

Matt. OK. There was something weird with Matt. Whenever I spent time with him, I behaved like a creep. I was constantly touching him. His face. His arms. And the things that came out of my mouth were totally off the wall.

I’m not one who usually thinks a lot about spice, other than ‘that was spicy’, but the intimacy and sex scenes in this book was a delight. The characters’ personalities still came through, they had fun and laughed (which was a treat to read), and their desperation and love for each other really shone through.

“You need to start wearing your own clothes, Con. We’re not the same size.”

It’s always nice to end a book and feel like it wasn’t missing anything. It delivered on everything I wanted along the way. The MCs made an instant connection, without being able to explain it immediately. They were definitely codependent, but I happen to love that. It wasn’t toxic in any way; the boys just needed each other. I loved it so much. Highly recommend if you want something witty with the sweetest lovestory.

“I snuck into his flat and crawled into his bed in the middle of the night because I couldn’t bear the thought of not sleeping next to him.”

Blanket spoiler warning ⬇️

⚠️ Tropes & tags ⚠️
TV actor
School teacher
Codependency
Friends to lovers
Bisexual awakening
Hurt/comfort
Virgin MC

⚠️⚠️ Content warning ⚠️⚠️
Explicit sexual content
Vomiting
Brief acting scene that can be perceived as assault

⚠️⚠️⚠️ Book safety ⚠️⚠️⚠️
Cheating: No
OM drama: No. Con films sex/kissing scenes for work, but it’s only work. He kisses his best friend/co-star off-set once, but only as friends.
Third-act breakup: No
POV: 1st person, dual POV
Strict roles or versatile: Versatile

“Come on,” I said, taking the flowers from him. “In you come.” I sounded like my granny, and not in a good way. Next, I’d be calling him poppet and force-feeding him stale sweets from the eighteenth century.

“He’s just a friend!” I snapped. “A good friend who's been helping me out.” “I’m sure he has,” Peter murmured. “Ohh!” Zara nodded knowingly. “That kind of friend then. The helpful kind.” Cue laughter. I was tempted to look around for a hidden camera.

“Come here,” I said and towed him over to the sofa. I got my suit jacket off and threw it on the floor, then tugged at him until he sat next to me. I’d only intended to initiate a friendly chat about where we both stood. Instead, he pretty much plonked himself on top of me and snuggled his face into my shoulder. I wasn’t complaining. Not at all. I hugged him, stroking my hands up and down his back.

You could be an award-winning actor all you wanted; it still didn’t mean you’d magically find parking.