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*Looks around* I seem to have misplaced my suspension of disbelief...

Family's defense lawyer probably shouldn't employ someone who baldly tampers with witnesses, I'm thinking....kind of worse than losing a case, I'm guessing.

Why does someone ask a goalie about her slap shot?

I'd like to implore more authors to write about college campus and create tension without a sexual assault attempt...I know it happens a lot, but it's not usually conveniently wedged into a fledgling relationship where hero gets to be heroic.

Nothing more romantic than consent on a college campus...
Is this okay?” he whispered, his lips so close that I could feel the words vibrate on my skin. “I find you a little hard to read.”
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More than a little distracted, so I'm not having a ton of success reading Mrs. Fletcher or Do or Die-to no fault of their own, I'm enjoying them both--I just can't concentrate. Good ol' NA to the rescue??

Ellie's "past" voice makes me want to set fire to high schools.

I do, in fact have a serious problem. I can't recommend this book without unreasonable levels of jealousy leading to a reread

Oh wait, maybe not yet. Got distracted by cutesy YA/NA.

I dunno my percent ok, but I did just sit through an 18 year old chapter, and as GR friends warn, not witty, jarring and not what I want thrown in the middle of a romance.

MILFs and college freshmen bros and so so entertaining.

Why does this ask for pages on an audiobook? whatever, grumble grumble.

I'm listening for the narration. I believe all of your reviews-- that it's mediocre story at best. Shane East is not mediocre, so I'll listen to this insane story. And I'll probably like it....I think if he narrated me folding laundry I'd really enjoy it too...

Despite what Eilish says, a reformed party boy is not the equivalent to a recovering alcoholic....

I'll never understand why when one pushes someone away, one is surprised when someone eventually goes...gah.

I'm not usually much for romantic suspense, so we'll see how this goes...

I love when authors have details like this:
He looked up at the house, the light in the windows giving him an uninterrupted view of Summer's entry to the kitchen, her hands twisting up her hair then hitting the faucet, her head down as she washed her hands.

I may have edited that sentence a bit, but love those everyday observations.

Strange that the hero insists on comparing a just-met woman and her mother to to-be ex-wife. Understanding his mother died, but does he have zero other women he knows?

In all that living, we have known men. Oh, girl, we have known littlebit love. That littlebit of honey left in an empty jar that traps the sweetness in your mouth long enough to mask your hunger. We have run tongues over teeth to savor that last littlebit as long as we could, and in all our living, nothing has starved us more.

Holy hello, this book is already ridiculously smart, for lack of a better word.
Like most girls, she'd already learned that pretty exposes you and pretty hides you and like most girls, she hadn't yet learned how to navigate the differences.

This book is weird. I read the heat, I understand there's heat...I just can't feel the heat.