Alissa

It's always satisfying to be pleasantly surprised by a book whose primary genre is romance. The characters are not the usual stereotypes and the the romance is slow-burning. Slow-brewing even. No insta-love&lust. No Too Stupid to Live. No particular conflicts or precipitous events but a steady unfurling, which made the characters, their pasts, their emotions and flaws feel real and interesting.
There are a few redundancies and editing issues in the narrative, but for the most part it's fluid and enjoyable.
Mhm, probably more than enjoyable considering my alarm clock was screaming blue murder and I still kept on turning the pages.


Did I love sexy lateral muscles? Of course. I had ovaries. But I also had a brain, a heart, and some pride, and huge, brawny arms on someone who left me hanging weren’t going to make me forget a single thing.