This book could be titled ‘When Mickey Miller Worlds Collide,’ bringing a little of the Blackwell series and a touch of the Ballers series into another hot, hilarious, heartfelt read from an author who has quickly earned a spot at the top of my must-read authors. As much as I've come to enjoy and anticipate his writing, each new book offers delightfully unexpected surprises as his work continues to improve and keep me on my toes.
This is the first book in a two book duet so there is a cliffhanger, with the romance and other issues being left unfinished, but the second book will be available next month so we won’t have to wait long. Carter Flynn is a basketball player from the small town of Blackwell who made it big and now lives in Chicago, playing for the Chicago Wolverines. When the girl he grew up with and dated his senior year needs a place to stay, their mothers, who are best friends, decide Lacy should stay with Carter in the spare bedroom of his penthouse. The only problem is Carter felt betrayed by a secret Lacy kept all those years ago and he’s never gotten over it. Sure, they pretend to like each other for their mothers' sake, but theirs is a pure, unadulterated mutual hate, because Lacy had her heart broken too.
There were a lot of terrific things about this book and just one thing I took exception with. The storyline is fast paced and engaging and the characters are complex, believable and likeable. I was tickled to see the ever-present yet elusive pineapple make a bold appearance in this book, leaving a memorable impression in its cameo role. The early copy I read sucked me in and wouldn’t let go, to the point I stayed up most of the night reading it straight through.
My issue is with one scene that required a lot of trust between Carter and Lacy and I didn’t feel their trust in each other had built to the necessary degree. Aside from the fact that some of the physical execution would have required a contortionist to make it believable, in a situation that invariably involves emotion, Lacy's feelings of anger, panic, irritation and rage left me feeling uneasy, leaving Carter to look like an even bigger jerk and making Lacy look weak. What could have been a beautiful, pivotal exchange came across as a power play with little care, tenderness or compassion. There’s a fine line between an erotic encounter and porn lit, and it's the emotional component that differentiates them.
Lacy was a wonderful character who grabs onto one last chance to pursue her dancing career. I loved her authenticity and the way she stood up to Carter, something he wasn’t at all used to from women. I really wanted to despise the cold, heartless, cocky, arrogant Carter, but no matter how much I kicked, screamed or resisted i found myself falling a little in love with this occasionally sweet, somewhat damaged, endearing jerk. He still has a ways to go, so I expect great things from him in book two. Lance was a terrific secondary character who added a lot of humor, providing the best ever faux sexy times scene that I couldn’t stop laughing about. All in all, I enjoyed the book, loved the characters and definitely want more, so I’ll be eagerly be awaiting the conclusion of Carter and Lacy’s story.
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