Frannie was a sweet, giving heroine, but that didn’t make her a doormat. She understood her worth and didn’t hesitate to go after what she wanted and deserved. She’s totally relatable--the kind of person you’d want to hang out with on ladies night.
Mack is just a giant ball of sexy, messed up, overwhelmed single dad. I really felt for him. His relationship with his little girls tugged at my heart strings. (And not much tugs at my heartstrings, people. I’m pretty much cold and dead inside.) Did he do some stupid stuff that made me want to reach through my Kindle and smack the crap out of him? Sure. But I forgave him because his motives were pure. He just wanted to do what was best for his kids. (And towards the end of the book, I don’t think I’m giving away too much when I say that he is a GREAT groveler. He did some grade-A groveling to work his way back into Frannie’s good graces. I LOVED it.)
And maybe this is just me, but I’m really sick of little kids in romance novels that don’t act like little kids. There’s WAY too many four-year-olds in romance who dispense sage love advice and exist as nothing more than plot pawns. But the kids in THIS story acted like real kids and were actually an integral part of the story. I hope they all get their own stories one day when they're all grown up.
(And on a totally shallow note, I’m completely IN LOVE with this cover! So pretty!!)
All that said, I’m not sure why you’re still reading this review. Go 1-click the crap out of this one!!
Does this book contribute to or help crush the romance stigma?
It kicks the crap out of the romance stigma! No rehab needed.
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