If anyone ever said being an adult was easy, they hadn’t been one long enough.
Diana Casillas can admit it: she doesn’t know what the hell she’s doing half the time. How she’s made it through the last two years of her life without killing anyone is nothing short of a miracle. Being a grown-up wasn’t supposed to be so hard.
With a new house, two little boys she inherited the most painful possible way, a giant dog, a job she usually loves, more than enough family, and friends, she has almost everything she could ever ask for.
Except for a boyfriend.
Or a husband.
But who needs either one of those?
I am officially a Zapata fangirl with this book.
I don’t think anyone does slow burn romances better than her. The power of the slow burn is that there is always a good reason the couple doesn’t go all the way to sexy town right away and that reason is sane. Thus, our hero and heroine become friends, fall in love, and all the time we get grand sexual tension and love that we can believe in.
Zapata launches us back into the contemporary interconnected world she is building. You don’t have to had read all of her books but there are easter eggs if you have.
Our heroine is raising her brother’s kids. She is working class and the hero is working class. Thank you. The hero is also not a man whore (thank you again) and is going through a divorce with a marriage that has been done (and separated) for a long time.
They are neighbors and become friends. He is her nephew’s baseball coach.
He is a defensive jerk at first She has a bad temper. Everyone is funny.
The heroine is a bit dense about what the hero is up to when he starts falling in love with her but we’re not and that makes it a pleasure to read.
The kids are great and there is fun little league sports politics and great cast of characters. The hero and heroine have full lives outside each other and best friends.
The whole book is a great with just a few wishes for more of this and less of that overall. I have already reread it and reread all her books.