[I received a free copy in exchange for an honest review]
There’s no other way to actually say this; it was nothing close to what I expected.
This is one of the very few adult books I’ve read, and I honestly didn’t expect to
like love it so much. I rooted for the characters; every single one of them. And although I haven’t read the previous books in this series, I couldn’t help but love Nate, Deke, Fitz, Jules, and Dorie.
Nate’s unconditional love for Jack literally brought me to my knees. Their friendship was woven in such a gorgeous pattern.
The familial love between each and every character and their connections and relationships was an intriguing factor. Their inside jokes and memories either made me laugh or sob hysterically, there was no in-between.
I wish I could say that Jack’s past and his childhood made me pity him; it infuriated me. I couldn’t help but see the similarities with actual people I know that don’t give two shits about their kids, the world is full of them these days. His parents’ attitude only fueled my anger. They brainwashed him, FOR GOD’S SAKE, into believing he’s just like them; just like his father, a cold-hearted son of a…
His constant hesitation and doubt because of the fact that he thinks he’d never give Lola what he thinks she, and her kids, deserve only made me love him even more.
And when he actually thought that everyone’s one there having his back only out of pity, I nearly lost it. I couldn’t imagine anyone going through what he’s gone through as a child. It was too much.
His scenes with Lola were so friggin swoon-worthy and hot. I mean, their relationship started with hate and loathing, how romantic is that?!
Overall, I ADORED this book. It was so sweet and heartfelt and heartbreaking and heart-mending.
Jack “Ox” Oxford is used to being alone. Granted, when you screw over your friends, being alone isn’t always a choice. Playing for the Chicago Watchmen is a last-ditch effort to save his career…and right some of his past wrongs. He’s not expecting a warm reception, but he’s also not expecting a flat tire to change everything.
Recovering control freak, single mom and semiprofessional chaos wrangler Lola Deacon McIntire doesn’t need an arrogant ballplayer to swoop in and save her from anything, much less her flat tire. And she definitely doesn’t need her body to betray her and decide this is the guy to wake up her rusty libido. She isn’t about to upset her sons’ lives for any man—much less one who so clearly doesn’t think he’s dad material.
Jack never thought he’d find someone who wanted to build a life with him, but the more time he spends with Lola and her boys, the more it starts to feel permanent. Even tough-as-nails Lola concedes there just might be a future here—the big, beautiful, messy future neither of them was looking for—but only if Jack will accept he deserves it.