Published: February 2014
Reasons I Might Actually Remember This One: First sports-based romance I’ve read and enjoyed; fantastic, three-dimensional characters, even all the supporting cast. Also, the heroine wears something called “chocolate diamonds” which I had never even heard of before, but now I’m determined to own some, because I Googled them and those would be awesome on me.
Disclosure: I was given an advance copy of the ebook in return for a fair and honest review.
Granite-black with a wide body and custom rims, TreShawn’s Chevy Suburban LTZ was designed for looks, strength and dominance. The vehicle was a complement to the image the man projected. So was the deep-bass, spirit-digging rap that vibrated throughout the SUV’s interior. Like his ride, the almost painfully loud music spoke for him–angry, distant, a ruthless warning to be careful not to get too close. (Chapter 7; location 1320)
Even the villainess of the book, Nate’s almost-stepmother, is sympathetic underneath the conniving and slinking. She’s been cut off by her family, and is painfully, apprehensively aware that her physical assets have a limited shelf life, and so she’ll do whatever she has to in order to survive and secure her engagement to Nate’s father. I ended up feeling sorry for her, and almost admiring her (hey, at least she goes down fighting), and nearly cried during her last scene. She should get her own sequel, actually. I already know who I want her to end up with.
The only characters I couldn’t warm to at ALL were Charlotte’s parents. Holy Hell, they were cold (though they never turned into cartoon villains; success-driven, image-obsessed parents are all too believable). The final confrontation between them and Nate was a glorious moment. Charlotte’s own showdown with them was even better.
It doesn’t some entirely out of the blue, either. Back in chapter twelve, there’s a scene where Charlotte is called on the carpet because a nearly-nude photo of her has been splashed all over the media. She isn’t happy about it, but the book doesn’t opt for the simple “a bad decision can ruin your life, especially now that the internet exists” message, either:
“I regret that a photo taken twelve years ago can start up a firestorm, but I’m also glad that I finally saw it. The woman in that photo is okay with herself. Fierce. Unafraid. I miss her.” (Chapter Twelve, location 2481)
It’s the first sign that she’s getting ready to draw a line under the imposed blind dates and pressure and advice about her Image and walk away into her own future–and it’s wonderful.
Our Families Hate Each Other
Very Rich People
Sisters with their Own Issues (Impending Sequels)