3 Stars
Roman Crazy was a “no we still don’t have the disgusting I want to make all the sex with my stepbrother selection you wanted, maybe you should try being less of a pervy weirdo and read something nice for a change” recommendation from the porny librarian. I took their suggestion – and then immediately requested they acquire Stepbrother Dearest in order to show that I will never give up the fight until I receive some stepsibling smut.
The story here is of Avery, who recently discovered her husband in a compromising position with his secretary . . . . oh excuuuuuuse me Administrative Assistant. Avery did what any self-respecting woman would do . . . . .
Followed by accepting an invitation from her best friend to spend the summer with her in Rome.
To say I was an easy sell on this one is the understatement of the year. I immediately got the warm and fuzzies thinking of one of my favorite guilty pleasures . . . . .
And found myself practicing some seriously pitiful mom dance moves in the kitchen while drying dishes and singing Ed Sheeran’s “Barcelona” . . . . .
Yeah yeah yeah, I know that one’s not even in the same country, but it makes me feel all the romantic getaway feely feels while trying to get in the “back to school” swing of things here in flyover country.
Then we got to meet Marcello and found out this was a trope that I don’t seek out too often . . . .
Yes, the second chance romance. Turns out it ended up working out pretty well for me. Not that you could tell since . . . .
For those of you who have a pretty clear line in the sand with respect to what are dealbreakers in your romance novels, please allow me to drop a little spoilsie and tell you that there’s some questionable ethics when it comes to what is and what isn’t cheating. It’s up to each individual to decide whether starting a new relationship while being separated from your spouse is acceptable in your smut, but Marcello and Avery’s first go ‘round definitely did not include the maybe factor . . . .
^Not this time.
Which made all of the manufactured “drama” at the end of the book make me want to say . . . .
I guess things can’t be 100% angst free in a romance novel. I’m just glad there wasn’t some whoopsie pregnancy thrown in to muck up my HEA . . . . .
If you want something fluffy for the upcoming weekend’s farewell to summer, this might be a winner. As for me?
The story here is of Avery, who recently discovered her husband in a compromising position with his secretary . . . . oh excuuuuuuse me Administrative Assistant. Avery did what any self-respecting woman would do . . . . .
Followed by accepting an invitation from her best friend to spend the summer with her in Rome.
To say I was an easy sell on this one is the understatement of the year. I immediately got the warm and fuzzies thinking of one of my favorite guilty pleasures . . . . .
And found myself practicing some seriously pitiful mom dance moves in the kitchen while drying dishes and singing Ed Sheeran’s “Barcelona” . . . . .
Yeah yeah yeah, I know that one’s not even in the same country, but it makes me feel all the romantic getaway feely feels while trying to get in the “back to school” swing of things here in flyover country.
Then we got to meet Marcello and found out this was a trope that I don’t seek out too often . . . .
Yes, the second chance romance. Turns out it ended up working out pretty well for me. Not that you could tell since . . . .
For those of you who have a pretty clear line in the sand with respect to what are dealbreakers in your romance novels, please allow me to drop a little spoilsie and tell you that there’s some questionable ethics when it comes to what is and what isn’t cheating. It’s up to each individual to decide whether starting a new relationship while being separated from your spouse is acceptable in your smut, but Marcello and Avery’s first go ‘round definitely did not include the maybe factor . . . .
^Not this time.
Which made all of the manufactured “drama” at the end of the book make me want to say . . . .
I guess things can’t be 100% angst free in a romance novel. I’m just glad there wasn’t some whoopsie pregnancy thrown in to muck up my HEA . . . . .
If you want something fluffy for the upcoming weekend’s farewell to summer, this might be a winner. As for me?
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