I figured I’d post a few mini reviews over here so I can get some books off my NetGalley wall of shame, since, well, there’s something up on NetGalley that I want erather badly. So here we go.
I liked this one a lot. It features an adrenaline junkie heroine and a hero who had a crush on her from childhood. She was always the unattainable woman he could never have, and as they get to know each other better, he realizes the adult version has scars.
I didn’t expect to like this one as much as I did. Both the characters were a little messed up, and I liked that neither was so perfect they had to fix the other. My only real gripe was that the sequel-baiting was pretty intense with the rest of the hero’s messed up family. Overall, though, the romance was quite good, and I’d give it a solid B.
I listened to this one on audio. I adored the prequel to this book, Tell Me It’s Real. Unfortunately, as is the case with every TJ Klune book, what could have been a truly great book was marred by a lack of editing. The book was seriously 17 hours long. It didn’t need to be. And while I get that men pining over each other from a distance and never speaking about it is TJ’s thing, I was annoyed that Sandy, our first-person narrator, couldn’t stop being a drama queen long enough to have the five-minute conversation with Darren, the other hero, that would have made the book significantly shorter. Not that there weren’t funny books. Sandy’s friend Paul’s grandmother is especially hysterical as she tries to remain hip to the younger generation, and to explain things no one needed to know about the BDSM lifestyle. But too often, what should have been a bunch of snappy dialogue ended up going on. and on. and on. Much like this review. It would have been a solid B but for the pacing, but I was annoyed enough by the end that it got pulled down to a C.
I really like this series. The Clarksons are a messed up family, and I enjoy their dynamics. So much so that I’m not sure what I’m going to do when we get to Belmont’s book and he doesn’t have the rest of them to liven things up. But this was Aaron’s book, and I liked the story of how the charmer and politician falls for a free-spirited senator’s daughter. For some reason, the insta-lust worked for me, probably because it messed with Aaron’s head so much. Grace was a bit of a manic pixie dream girl, and I never quite bought her as a real person I could actually meet, but I liked that there was tragedy in her backstory as well. I’m still on board with the rest of the series, and am hoping the next one will finally be an A for me. As it was, B to B+ isn’t that bad.