It’s not really a secret that I’ve been in a bit of a reading slump lately. I think it’s partially my dramatic life and partially the fact that I’ve been trying to read a lot of the same genre back-to-back and that never really goes well for me. I decided to take a break from all of the YA fantasy novels I’ve been attempting and pick up a nice contemporary adult romance.
It really did the trick, because I flew through this book and I loved it so much.
I mean… this book. I don’t even know what to say about it. I loved both Claire and Theo. I loved how much they cooked and baked together. I loved their sexual tension even though it just about killed me. And when I say “it just about killed me,” I really mean it. I almost actually died from the sexual tension in this book. Melanie Harlow gets me every time.
My only criticism of this book is the same criticism I’ve had of every Melanie Harlow book I’ve ever read — there comes a point in the middle where she kind of loses the plot and the characters just have a bunch of sex. And that’s fine and I’ve come to expect it in her books, but it’s not something that, to me, warrants five stars.
Other than that, though, this book was such a great way to spend a Saturday night. I think I’ll jump right into another of Melanie’s books.
#killingthetbr: 13 months on shelf