I am vociferously passionate about good books. And I hate adverbs.
A little magic, a little cooking, a little m/m-romance. Order any dish you want, with the added bonus of magic infusion, if needed… The “special orders” for a few, select customers.
Sounded like right up my alley. Unfortunately, I was quite underwhelmed.
A novella of some 60 pages, and as such, it felt rushed. There is a heart-beat to a novella that must be kept, or it all falls to shambles. There were too many pieces thrown in, pieces that got no resolution. I mean, what small restaurant has a dessert-manager?
The names of the characters were so similar (Jack? Nick? Rich?) and the characters themselves were so flat and one-dimensional I had trouble keeping them apart.
The whole first part of the story Jack (I think) is pining and sad and wants his man to appear, feeling he is growing old waiting for him (he is thirty-something *gasp*), so I was quite angry with Jack when the one-true-love-of-his-life FINALLY stands in his restaurant—he flees the scene?
It was a cute idea, but sloppily put together.
I was given an ARC of this book for free from the publisher, Dreamspinner Press.
A positive review was neither expected nor promised in return.