The Bromance Book Club by Lyssa Kay Adams

5 Stars

I’m a day late for this release, but (i) I actually reviewed another book yesterday that released yesterday, (ii) I’m generally weeks or months (or even years) late with my reviews, and (iii) this is my second review today. so in my opinion . . . . .

THIS. GIRL. IS. ON. FIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH.



Let’s start by talking about these cartoony covers. I love ‘em. That’s been established. I also enjoy the male abdominal covers, but I tend to not like face covers (period), but especially in romance novels due to the fact that I want to cast the male lead using my own vagina imagination and not have the author’s idea of attractive forced upon me (because I am an asshole). Unless it’s Gus from Floribama Shore. It can always be Gus. He makes me go . . . .



It’s also been established that when these covers first started becoming the latest trend, I had no idea they would be . . . .



For real. I was expecting PG-13 and not the shock and awe of a full-blown porny good time. I also wasn’t expecting real life issues to be within the book bindings. I realize this might not work for everyone who goes in simply hoping to get their freak on, but recently I’ve read subplots regarding infertility, custody issues and now divorce and each time I’ve been like . . . .



In the best way.

Now, full disclosure here, I wanted to 1 Star this because the big reveal (not a spoiler) of the why behind the potential breakup between Gavin and Thea was that he discovered he has never provided her something during their three-year marriage . . . . .



I get that might be a blow to the ego, but seriously? You want to pout alllllll the way out of the house and away from your kids because YOU suck at sex? You don’t deserve a wife, bro. Buuuuuuuuut, I kept plugging along because seriously that title is everything and of course there were deeper issues (again not a spoiler) that these two didn’t really even know each other before tying the knot and like Vicki Gunvalson would say on the Housewhores – their love tanks weren’t full. And then there was the fact that these alpha males all solved their marital problems via way of books like . . . .



So how could I not love it? Well, I probably could have found a way (again, asshole), but when you add a Major League baseball player into the mix my brain automatically goes . . . .



Even if dude is supposed to be a second baseman and not a pitcher. Which then equals . . . .



As well as . . . .

“At least a BB Four.”

“Do I want to know what that means?”

“Book Boner.”

And a Kelly who snarfed this one down like a Mississippi Mud Cake. All the Stars.

ARC provided by Berkley in exchange for an honest review. I need the second one. Preferably immediately.