Wow! Penelope Douglas is something else. She writes messy characters that you adore, has solid and interesting storylines, and everything is always super steamy. I pretty much want to read everything she has written now, because Punk 57 was magnificent. And now this one. Whew!
Delicious. Better than cupcakes (obviously I’m biased, since I can’t eat cupcakes).
This was a breath of fresh air, and I can’t even begin to say how much I enjoyed a story about an MC (Stella) who has an Autism Spectrum Disorder, written by an author, who is also on the Autism Spectrum. This makes me so happy, and on all those other days, where I’m angry about the world, humanity, and our (what seems like) constant decline back towards the dark ages, then I go and pick up a book like this and I’m happy about humanity and the progression of the world all over again.
Stella is neurodiverse, but it doesn’t stop her in any way from wanting to live her best and most fulfilling life, which includes a kick-ass job and figuring out how to navigate the complicated world of a relationship (SPOILLER ALERT–while Stella has her own unique relationship challenges, she still manages to do a better job with a relationship than I do half the time, because she does this amazing thing called—picks the right guy for herself on the first try and is constantly honest with him, which he respects–which is something many of us are not lucky enough or skilled enough to find/achieve).
This story is awkward and honest in the most uncomfortable and delightful sorts of ways. It’s like none of the other romance novels I’ve read this year, which means it continues to stand out in my mind, even after I moved forward and read 4 other novels.
I kind of think this is an everyone book, not just a book for romance readers, but the small exception will be that it does get scorchingly hot. There’s this slow burn that just grows and grows and grows until you feel like you might explode, so if you can’t handle that, followed by some sexy fun, then I think I actually feel sorry for you. Maybe you should read this anyway, in case you are wrong about what you can handle. There’s always hope.
On the scale of Meh to Adorable, this is a puppy, riding a glitter unicorn into the sunset, in order to rescue a tie-dyed kitten from the licorice limb of a tree made from lollipops and daydreams, embedded deep into an earth of caramel walnut fudge, and watered with the drool of a million babies, who just discovered their toes for the first time.
If you can’t handle that, then you don’t deserve it.