I am vociferously passionate about good books. And I hate adverbs.
Fluffalicious. Just. Fluffalicious.
Exactly as expected from this author, Nico Jaye deliveres a story filled with sweetness and hotness and fluff, in equal doses. Oh, lordy.
I so needed this, exactly this.
Just massages, and fluff, and smiles, and very, very little angst.
Slow burn, and rewarding feels. Interestingly enough, for once I wasn’t put off by the switching of POVs, I actually enjoyed it—and there’s a first!
Well done. I liked this one, very much. And, it was hot as hell.
I was given an ARC of this book for free from the author.
A positive review was neither expected nor promised in return.
The author is a Twitter friend, but Nico knows that I review with my own head, and not through friendship-filters.