Thanks to the publisher & Netgalley for the complimentary e-ARC. All opinions provided are my own.I’ve read romances before where I thought that the leads didn’t actually seem to get to know each other that much throughout the book. That is not the case with Business or Pleasure by Rachel Lynn Solomon AT ALL. The conversations between leads Chandler Cohen & Finnegan Walsh are magnetic & revealing, & there’s an openness to what they say & how they respond to each other that is also present in Chandler’s relationship with her BFF & cousin. Great communication & willingness to accept constructive feedback all around . This book immediately made me adore it—I mean a heroine with a pixie cut who feels confused about what she should be doing career-wise to feel fulfilled *and* fed & sheltered etc & a hero who learned LOTR Elvish & blushes & has a “soft” stomach & graying hair at his temples? Give me more *any swooning GIF. This book has steam & it is great. But where it really gets to me is just that willingness of the MCs to hear someone out, to think I don’t have to get defensive about this, I can sit with what this person is saying for a minute, & I can change if I want. That & there’s so much softness in this book. Finn & Chandler’s sensitivity & care for each other is really beautiful. The stellar OCD rep—something that’s really important to me—anxiety rep, & forthright conversations about a past abortion, make this book—like Finn’s—one that has the potential to help & uplift people *&* to make them swoon. 5⭐️. Out 07/04.CWs: Past abortion. Anxiety & panic attack on page. OCD.
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Hi and welcome to my blog stop for Sarah Adler's Mrs. Nash's Ashes! A big thanks to the publisher & Netgalley for the complimentary e-ARC. All opinions provided are my own. Summary.Just in time for summer, MRS. NASH’S ASHES takes us along for two romantic journeys set decades apart: a laugh-out-loud road trip romance and, a moving 1940s-set sapphic love story. In present day, former child-star Millicent Watts-Cohen is on what she believes to be simple a mission: hop on a flight from Washington, D.C. to sunny Key West and deliver the ashes of her elderly best friend to a long-lost lover. But when every flight in the airport is suddenly cancelled, Millie’s only hope at keeping her promise to dear Mrs. Nash is the insufferable—and ridiculously attractive—Hollis Hollenbeck. As the frenemy of Millie’s ex and a perpetual grump, the last thing Hollis wants is to travel all the way to Florida with Miss Ball of Sunshine, Millicent Watts-Cohen. But eventually, Hollis lets Millie hitch a ride with him, and the two embark on the adventure of a lifetime, one which will challenge every belief they’ve ever had about true love. As they contend with peculiar bed-and-breakfasts, unusual small-town festivals, and a deer with a death wish, Millie begins to suspect that her reluctant travel partner might enjoy her company more than he lets on. Because for someone who supposedly doesn’t share her views on romance, Hollis sure is becoming invested in the success of their journey. And the closer they get to their destination, the more Millie has to admit that maybe this trip isn’t just about Mrs. Nash’s love story after all—maybe it’s about her own. Alongside Millie and Hollis’s hilariously chaotic and deliciously steamy journey—yes, your favorite romance tropes like “there’s only one bed” and “quick, pretend we’re married” are in this one!—Adler takes us back in time to witness the love story that inspired Millie’s mission. Sparks fly in the past and present as two stories of true love weave together into a funny, heartfelt novel that hits the sweet spot between elevated romance and women’s fiction. My Review.Opposites attract road trip romance = love for me & Sarah Adler’s Mrs. Nash’s Ashes did not disappoint. This author is so funny, you all. I was cracking up reading some of the heroine’s lines & the banter is a grumpy & the sunshine delight. The book opens with Millie beginning a trip to Florida to bury part of her elderly best friend’s remains. Her flight plans fall through but luckily for her, Hollis Hollenbeck, who she vaguely knows through her ex, allows her to ride with him. Hollis is by turns exasperated, bewildered, & turned on by Millie or Millicent, as he calls her. That is my favorite combo . I adore Millie, whose heart is wide open. & then I adored Hollis for adoring this about her in a confused, curmudgeonly, & fiercely protective way. This book will grab hold of your heart & the dual storylines, telling Millie & Hollis’s story & Mrs. Nash & her lover’s, are done so well, pacing-wise. The only thing that bothered me a bit about the book is the conflict, which really does go for the jugular, as Millie describes that type of fight. But I love how it wraps up & how they got there, & this is one of those books that gives all the feelings a la The Dead Romantics. A lovely & celebratory portrayal of weirdness & love. 5⭐️. Out tomorrow, 05/23!Please see a trusted reviewer’s list of CWs. Are you planning on checking this one out? Let me know what you think and thanks for stopping by!
Thanks to the publisher & Netgalley for the complimentary e-ARC and the publisher for the complimentary galley. All opinions provided are my own.Cat Sebastian is a master at wrenching emotions out of some poor unsuspecting reader’s heart (joking) & it can be from romantic declarations but also little acts. From the first pages of We Could Be So Good I thought *swoon.* That’s when we meet news reporter Nick Russo who—against his very best efforts—immediately has feelings for Andy Fleming, the son of the publisher & a new employee at the paper. Nick wants to take care of Andy. He wants to keep him safe & smooth his way. He wants him to be happy. Friends & then best friends & then roommates & then lovers, the journey between these two is wonderful & a bit angstier than I’m used to from Cat Sebastian. It’s actually marketed as a rom dram on the back of the galley. There are external obstacles & a minute or two of miscommunication & this book very much deals with homophobia & police corruption & the dangers Queer people faced (/face) & how that fits with falling in love & choosing love in the face of it all. There’s a beautiful message here & one that I think will resonate with many readers who have been scared/are scared to love in a tumultuous world, particularly one where certain demographics continue to be discriminated against & targeted. Romantic & true & sad & soft & hopeful, this book is another Cat Sebastian hit for me. 5⭐️. Out 06/06.CWs: Homophobia; Nick’s previous arrest for “vagrancy”; blackmail attempt; fear & lingering trauma.
Thanks to the publisher & Netgalley for the complimentary e-ARC. All opinions provided are my own. The Celebrants by Steven Rowley was basically created to hit me right in the feels. I’m convinced. A story of college friends who gather intermittently to host fake funerals for each other—where they genuinely share & talk & remind each other of their sustaining friendship, despite the distance between them—this book dared me not to feel the heavy weight & gratitude of my own lifelong friendships. Addressing drug overdose and cancer among other topics, this read can make you feel grief & loss. But more than that, it’s about life & love & friendship, & the bonds that people can make & choose to perpetuate, even when life takes us in different directions. Previously, friends have recommended The Guncle & after reading this one, I’m even more excited to check it out. I absolutely loved every page of this bright & shining book & wish I could give the characters—so lovely, so human, so forgiving, & so deserving of love—& my own friends—hugs. 5⭐️. Out 05/30. CW: reference to Alec’s drug use. Jordan’s cancer. Other deaths mentioned. Describes finding Alec’s body. Reference to a secondary character’s HIV diagnosis.
Hi and welcome to my blog stop for Laura Griffin's Deep Tide! A big thanks to the publisher & Netgalley for making my dreams come true by giving me a complimentary e-ARC. All opinions provided are my own. I hope you'll stick around for more reviews! Happy reading. Summary.An undercover FBI agent and an independent coffee shop owner must team up when a local barista is found dead and danger circles their coastal Texas town in this new romantic thriller from New York Times bestselling author Laura Griffin. With two brothers on the police force, Leyla Breda is well aware of the rising crime in her small beach town, but she never expected it to show up on her doorstep. When Leyla finds one of her employees murdered in the alley behind her coffee shop, she’s deeply shaken, and as a new law enforcement officer in town begins to circle her place of business, her instincts only sharpen. Sean Moran is on an undercover mission: The seaside community of Lost Beach may look like a picturesque postcard, but his team suspects it’s a point of intersection for several crime syndicates that the FBI has been investigating for years. Even so, when the brash and beautiful Leyla Breda starts bossing him around, he's immediately intrigued. He knows her brothers want him to back off, but every time he sees her, he feels more of a spark. Leyla’s connections in the local community and Sean’s skills allow them to go deeper into the case together than they would be able to go alone. But when a single crime spirals into something much darker, Sean’s carefully planned mission takes a deadly turn. My review.When it comes to romantic suspense Laura Griffin is a name I’m always recommending & Deep Tide—out now–is stellar evidence of why. The mystery had me guessing, the secondary characters are fun to watch & intriguing on their own merit, & the chemistry between leads is so well done—the slow burn was burning slow but hot . In this book, Leyla Breda, a cafe owner branching out into catering, finds the dead body of one of her employees outside of her cafe. FBI agent Sean Moran is in town conducting his own investigation but the attraction between them is strong & compelling, even as he knows that his job needs focus. My fave moments of this book are the softest, like when you can tell Sean is terrified for Leyla’s safety. Also I really enjoyed both leads being a bit of a dumb dumb when it comes to communication toward the end of the book—the payoff is so good . If you’re looking for romantic suspense, check out Laura Griffin. This one in particular has a sweetness to it that I really loved! 5⭐️. Out now!CWs: murder, violence, drug trafficking. An excerpt.Sean Moran slipped away from the party. The bride and groom had left under a shower of rice, but people were still milling around beneath swags of white lights, drinking the couple’s booze and enjoying the breeze off the water. Sean would have liked another drink, but he needed to get back to his condo. As he crossed the wooden bridge spanning the sand dunes, he spied a woman on the beach with a champagne flute in hand. Leyla Breda. Her formfitting dress looked silver in the moonlight, and it shimmered against her body as she strolled toward the surf. Nearing a piece of driftwood, she dropped her shoes to the sand and sat down. She nestled the flute at her feet, then lifted her arms and twisted her dark hair into a knot at the top of her head. Sean stopped at the end of the bridge. He had about a hundred things left to do tonight, including contacting his boss. Instead, he walked over to Leyla. "How's the champagne?" She jumped and turned around. Recognition flickered across her face, and her shoulders relaxed. "It's good." She held up her glass. "You didn't have any?" "Nope. Can I get you a refill?" She smiled. "What, are you a waiter now, too?" He stepped closer. "I'm Sean Moran, by the way." He held out his hand. "We never actually met." "Leyla Breda." Her handshake was brisk and businesslike, but the warm look in her eyes gave him hope. "Joel's little sister," he said. "That's me." He turned toward the water so he wouldn't be tempted to stare down the front of her dress. "I didn't get a chance to thank you earlier," she said. "Things got really hectic." "Looked like you had your hands full." "So, are you here for Joel or Miranda?" He looked at her. "Joel." She tipped her head to the side as she gazed up at him. "And you know him from . . . ?" "Work." She frowned. "Here?" "No. We go way back. We were in the same academy class in Houston, spent some time at HPD together." "Oh. That was a while ago." "Yeah." "So . . . the vice squad, then?" "Yeah. Mind if I sit down?" "Not at all." Sean lowered himself onto the other end of the sandy log. He didn't like the direction the conversation had taken so he steered it back to her. "So, how long have you been a caterer?" he asked. "Hmm . . . let's see. I guess it's been about three weeks now." She turned and smiled at him, and he felt a hot jolt of attraction. "Why? Can you tell?" "Not at all." "Right." "Well, the timing seemed a little bumpy." "Just a little." She rolled her eyes. "We had several staffers no-show. It happens a lot in this business. People are flaky. Despite all my planning, you could say we were a bit rushed." Rushed was right. No woman had ever clapped at him before. He'd discovered it was a turn-on. Excerpted from Deep Tide by Laura Griffin Copyright © 2023 by Laura Griffin. Excerpted by permission of Berkley. All rights reserved. About the author.Hi and welcome to my blog stop for India Holton's The Secret Service of Tea and Treason! A big thanks to the publisher & Netgalley for making my dreams come true by giving me a complimentary e-ARC. All opinions provided are my own. Summary.Two rival spies must brave pirates, witches, and fake matrimony to save the Queen. Known as Agent A, Alice is the top operative within the Agency of Undercover Note Takers, a secret government intelligence group that is fortunately better at espionage than at naming itself. From managing deceptive witches to bored aristocratic ladies, nothing is beyond Alice’s capabilities. She has a steely composure and a plan always up her sleeve (alongside a dagger and an embroidered handkerchief). So when rumors of an assassination plot begin to circulate, she’s immediately assigned to the case. But she’s not working alone. Daniel Bixby, otherwise known as Agent B and Alice's greatest rival, is given the most challenging undercover assignment of his life— pretending to be Alice’s husband. Together they will assume the identity of a married couple, infiltrate a pirate house party, and foil their unpatriotic plans. Determined to remain consummate professionals, Alice and Daniel must ignore the growing attraction between them, especially since acting on it might prove more dangerous than their target. My Review.If you ever want to be just delighted by a book I recommend an India Holton fantastical historical romance. I don’t reread often but these are the kinds of books I think I could happily reread. Quips, dry wit, irony, literary allusions…not to mention the plots themselves, in which pirates fly houses & enjoy trying to assassinate each other in a friendly kind of way; reputation is everything (& so often cemented via dating thefts & the aforementioned assassination plots); & many of the leads are like “feelings, what feelings” (even as they’re thinking something that makes clear how soft their feelings for that one person actually are.) Fun doesn’t begin to cover it. In India Holton’s latest release, The Secret Service of Tea and Treason, out now, Daniel Bixby & Alice Dearlove are servant & spy leads who’ve been tasked with posing as married so they can foil a plot to kill the Queen. There are a lot of problems with that task though, like the fact that they are attracted to each other, that they feel understood, that for the first time something / someone means more than the job that’s the only thing they’ve really had… With neurodivergent rep, two leads grateful to find a home with each other, soooo much humor, so much book appreciation (but not Wordsworth, never Wordsworth!), lovely compatibility between leads, & a beautiful portrayal of strong female friendship at the end, this book shines. 5⭐️. Out now! please see a trusted reviewer’s list of CWs. An Excerpt.Three years Daniel Bixby had worked as a butler for the rogue pirate Rotten O’Riley. Three years flying a rickety, ensorcelled house at speeds one could only describe as improper, smuggling pennyroyal tea into Ireland, and washing O’Riley’s laundry. Yet after just one week in Dahlia Weekle’s service he was exhausted. Criminal life had nothing on the rigors of shopping with an aristocratic lady. This purse-snatching offered the best entertainment he'd had since his return to London (or, to be fair, second best, since nothing could surpass yesterday's discovery of a Utopia edition in the original Latin). Indeed, he might have stopped the hoodlum at once by using a phrase from the magical incantation that pirates employed to fly their battlehouses and witches to move small objects-O'Riley's witch wife had taught him how to bring down a man with just one enchanted word-but it was invigorating to give chase (not to mention that witchcraft was highly secret, highly illegal-and, according to pirates, highly, er, low behavior.) About three hundred feet along the street, he caught the thief. After a struggle, he twisted the man's arm behind his back, relieved him of the purse, and held it out of reach. "Thank you," said a woman's voice behind him. Daniel felt the purse removed efficiently from his grip. Glancing around, he was astonished to see the lady's maid. Time seemed oddly suspended as he stared, arrested by the sight of her. You, said something inside of him, like a memory or a dream. It had whispered to him in the dress shop but spoke louder now, as if she'd removed a mask and he could see her more clearly. Her delicate face was framed by a coiffure so severe it made him think of backboards and plain, starched undergarments- At which point, time dropped into the pit of his stomach with a crash that sent reverberations through his entire nervous system. "Ma'am," he said, taking refuge in politeness even while his nerves clamored and the thief swore and kicked in an effort to get free. "It was a pleasure to be of assistance." "You are too kind," she replied, her voice civil but her expression making it clear she was speaking literally. She turned and handed the purse to the thief. Daniel blinked, trying to comprehend the evidence before his eyes. He had not been so confused since hearing Wordsworth described as a poetic genius. And confusion was dangerous in his line of work (i.e., when he felt it, other people became endangered). He twisted the thief's arm further, causing the man to holler, and took the purse from him once more. "I beg your pardon," he reproved the lady's maid. At his somber tone she cringed, her big dark eyes filling with tears, her lashes trembling. Daniel felt like an utter cad. "Please don't cry," he said, holding out his hand in apology. And she grabbed the purse in it, tugged hard, and jabbed the fingers of her free hand up into his armpit. Daniel gasped at the sudden pain. His grip weakened, and the purse disappeared once more from his possession. The woman returned it to the thief, who took it with an attitude of bemused uncertainty. "For goodness' sake," Daniel muttered. Although years of piracy had presented little opportunity for heroics, he felt certain they did not usually involve the victim attacking her rescuer. Wrenching the thief about, he snatched the purse from him and- The woman grasped his wrist with both hands. Daniel attempted to shake her off, and she attempted to emasculate him with an upthrust of her knee, and he saved himself (and his future children) by quickly blocking her with his own knee, leading to her stomping down on his foot, and him twisting her arm, and both of them stopping abruptly to watch the thief escape along the street. "Is that your pearl necklace he's carrying?" Daniel asked mildly. "Yes," she replied. "Oh dear." She shrugged. "Hopefully he won't bite the pearls to see if they're real. They are in fact cyanide capsules." As the thief turned a corner and disappeared from the narrative, Daniel released the woman. She took a careful breath, her fingers twitching at her skirt, and he frowned with concern. "Are you hurt?" The look she gave him was such that Daniel immediately wanted to find a chalkboard and write I will not ask stupid questions one hundred times upon it. "Yes," she said in a quiet, terrifyingly precise voice. "I have a headache, my feet ache, and it has been six hours since my last cup of tea. Six hours! And now I even sound like her. Do you realize how much work went in to shepherding that woman into position so her purse could be stolen? How many boutiques I have endured this week? Do you realize how many conversations about penny-dreadful novels I have been forced to endure?" "I-" "One such conversation would be too many, but there in fact have been dozens, all mixing together into a ghastly, giggling blur. And yet there goes Putrid Pete back to his gang's headquarters without the tracking device in Miss Tewkes's purse, thanks to your dratted chivalry." "I-" "Furthermore, what were you thinking, bringing Miss Weekle shopping on Bond Street today? Her servants coordinate with Miss Tewkes's servants so as to ensure the ladies never meet. The last time they did, there was a fracas over a parasol, and Miss Weekle's footman ended up with his nose broken. You have disrupted everything. Therefore I say good afternoon, sir. This ends our acquaintance." And grabbing the purse from him, she turned and marched away. Daniel stared dazedly after her. His memory was shouting for attention . . . His body, however, drowned it out with a hot, uncomfortable throbbing. Perhaps he had strained something in his fight with the thief. He would have to consult a medical encyclopedia this evening. The woman took an unrelenting course along the footpath, obliging more genteel ladies to leap out of her way. She moved with the dangerous grace of someone entirely aware of her surroundings and entirely unafraid. He watched her, knowing she would know that he did. And for the first time in living memory, Daniel Bixby grinned. Excerpted from The Secret Service of Tea and Treason by India Holton Copyright © 2023 by India Holton. Excerpted by permission of Berkley. All rights reserved. About the Author.India Holton lives in New Zealand, where she has enjoyed the typical Kiwi lifestyle of wandering around forests, living barefoot on islands, and messing about in boats. Now she lives in a cottage near the sea, writing books about uppity women and charming rogues, and drinking too much tea.
Thanks to the publisher & Netgalley for the complimentary e-ARC. All opinions provided are my own. Am I destined to fall for every morally grey character named Lorcan? But seriously, it’s imperative that you understand how amazing Julie Anne Long’s How to Tame a Wild Rogue is. It’s total wish fulfillment for me, honestly. A class difference romance (she’s the lady, he’s a former smuggler turned privateer), with forced proximity and a fake marriage, all set in one of the best settings in literature as far as I’m concerned: the Grand Palace on the Thames, a congenial boardinghouse by the docks. Lorcan St. Leger has an earring & some gray in his hair, *lustful gasp.* Lady Daphne Worth is described as quietly lovely by him & he can see the mark of a survivor in her eyes, which no one else sees *appreciative heart swelling.* It is so so good to be back in this world—how is it so perfect?! Julie Anne Long’s facility with humor is tremendous—would I do grave things to protect Dot & the other residents of the home, yes. This book had me LOLing, it had me yearning, it had me thinking “wow, that’s a great insight into human nature,” it had me cheering. There are so many powerful moments in this book—including how Lorcan helps Daphne understand how she is being used by the man she’s doing everything to protect. The steam is wonderful, the yearning portrayed is A+, the return to old couples had me feeling even more emotions, it was so so good. The Palace of Rogues series is—I’m pretty sure—my fave historical romance series. Please read it if you haven’t yet, you will be so happy you did! 5⭐️. Out 07/25.Please consult a trusted reviewer’s list of CWs.
Thanks to the publisher & Netgalley for the complimentary e-ARC. All opinions provided are my own. Dislike(-ish) to friendship (& a small moment of more) to dislike(-ish) to love. So many parentheses, but to me KD Casey’s writing is filled with nuance & subtlety & feelings that aren’t always straightforward, especially when our leads don’t communicate with each other for YEARS even though we all know they belong together (second chance mini emotional explosion over ;)). Ok so I am still working through my emotions about KD Casey’s upcoming book, Diamond Ring, out tomorrow. But in short, KD Casey is one of my favorite writers & this book is amazing & 5 ️stars, & I want you to read it . Alex Angelides & Jake Fischer both make the same Majors team at the same time. In the beginning, Jake is the player to watch, the golden pitcher. That season, Alex & Jake’s friendship grows & before the end, they’ve become intimate in another way. But after Jake has a career-sidelining injury, he & Alex start imploding, & the best friends turned lovers aren’t communicating anymore. In the current storyline, they’re reunited on the same team with their baseball career expectations changed & all the memories of the past they keep holding onto. Anxiety & depression rep are a big part of this novel & it’s emotionally affecting & inspiring to see a lead who not only uses therapy & meds as resources (& talks about them) but also shares how he has difficulty orgasming as a result of taking them. I love how Alex & Jake’s sexual relationship plays out in the book & how pleasure, understanding, & patience is such a big part of their physical dynamic without those things being absolutely predicated on orgasms every single time they engage in intimacy. Besides that, there’s such a fun blip of anonymous date app texting, & the grumpy & the sunshine vibes are delish. This is such a great book & if you haven’t read KD Casey’s books yet please do so & then message me to discuss! 5⭐️. Out 04/11.CWs: Previous death of father. Reference to antiSemitism. Mother worried about Jake self-harming. Panic attack. Compulsive tidiness. Difficulty getting aroused.
Thanks to the publisher for the complimentary hardcopy & the publisher & Netgalley for the complimentary e-ARC. All opinions provided are my own.In my opinion Diana Biller’s Hotel of Secrets is a perfect historical & the couple in it is now one of my faves & imagine every other superlative you can think of attached to the end of this sentence because the book is that good. The lovely & formidable Maria Wallner is doing everything she can to bring her family hotel back to its glory days. But someone is also trying to kill her, a fact which really arouses US Treasury Secret Service Agent Eli Whittaker’s ire…& he really doesn’t know why that would be, he is not one to form emotional attachments & he is in Vienna for a job etc etc. This book. The Vienna setting is richly rendered—I can picture the sounds & the sights even now—& it’s even more striking with the epigraph journal entries at the beginning of chapters, each written by the fierce Wallner women. Biller makes it easy to see that this couple belongs together, despite their surface differences. He comes across as uptight & reserved & she’s a dynamo & a charming & also extremely driven when it comes to her hotel but they have similar characters & values, not to mention incendiary chemistry that’s also communication-focused. I love love when a FMC in a historical romance is experienced & it’s just not a big deal & we get that here, along with a celibate MMC who decides not to be that anymore. Dear readers, he actually goes to an illicit bookstore to educate himself about female pleasure!!! If I haven’t convinced you yet, I will note that one of my fave things about this book is the subtlety & the power of the increasingly frequent moments when Eli has “urges” or “impulses” to actively show support or kindness to the people he is bewilderingly coming to care for… This book is an act of magic & I adored it. 5 BIG ⭐️. Out now![ID: Jess, a white woman, wears a dark green dress & stands against a yellow wall holding the book.]
Thanks to the publisher & Netgalley for the complimentary e-ARC. All opinions provided are my own.A big thanks to Bethany @illstoptheworldandreadwithyou for sharing about this book. As soon as I read her review I was like SOLD & I ended up finding a fantasy with kissing book that was so good! But also now I am INVESTED & there’s a cliffie. But let’s focus on the positive ;) . Rebecca Ross’s Divine Rivals has an enemies to lovers, workplace romance, class difference romance arc with a bit of a you’ve got mail correspondence situation—Iris, the FMC, has been writing letters & magically sending them to her beloved brother who’s at war, without knowing that they are actually traveling to her workplace rival Roman Kitt instead. He does know that Iris is sending them. That won’t cause any problems, right? ;) I basically thought everything about this book is so well done. Those elements, how war experiences are incorporated, both of the leads’ writing experiences, how they come to mean more to each other. I love how they came together & the closing scenes left me with my heart in my throat. Not to mention the sweetness of various moments throughout the novel, like how Roman is willing to ride on the side of a truck FOR HOURS into a war zone because he can’t bear for Iris to go without him…& this is before they’re even together. Highly recommend this one & really need the second kthankyoubye. 5⭐️. Out 04/04. CWs: previous death of mother. Previous death of sister. War references.
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