New to this...
Stays in the shallow end with two people searching for community and trying to make their own way. One is poor and one is rich. Standard romance.
Love when book titles are something like this so I can say
This is a book about a girls quest to win the gold medal, seemed like she was 19 but then it seemed like she was 12, and her love affair with figure skating.
I honestly don't know how to characterize this decent book that was almost good. Almost really good. I almost kind of sort of like it?
Copying my review over from the print version. No idea why this weird occurred:
Hmmm, let me be crisp on this review. There was really nothing to do about this book. It was well-written, the characters were all just enough, the book was just enough, I didn't get Remy for about 30% but once I did he was sweet, and the book could've easily wrapped at 63%. Seriously, at 63% we know that Remy wants to retire after the season, settle down and be a stay at home dad. Harper has ambitions and wants to continue to build the Chicago rebel hockey team. Maybe to prove she can, maybe cause she's in love with it. She needs a man to support that or no man at all. I feel like I needed to smack both their foreheads at this point and say "time to discuss the future you idiots." It's a case of a slightly over mediocre book, which I read at a slightly bad time. (See: whole post on book grouchy)
2.5-3.75: This book was breezy,and honestly not terrible. It’s outrageous and all from a very confident (though not disgusting) hero POV. It’s a great friends-to-lovers if seeking something in the shallow end. I plan to try Lili Valentine again.
Georgie, Georgie, Georgie.
4.5 I wouldn’t call what I’ve been in a book slump at all. I would say I’m book grumpy. Book grouchy. Contemporary romances have been the number one aim of my discontent. Really, it’s as if Jack Talent invaded my soul (cause we’re soul mates. Yep, fictional character, try to tell me it’s not real)…and I’m all “Piss and shit,” and sometimes even “Piss and shit and buggering, bloody, fucking hell,” on the sub-genre in the past few weeks. The ongoing B-R with the very lovely, very nuanced, very well-crafted Darkest London is probably layering on this irritation…those books make me ache, man. This is also why I REALLY need a nice refreshing CR. 
I like this author. I put this book down approximately forever. I tried picking it back up, but I....
I started reading this at 8pm last night, had to take a little break for a bit, went back to it at 11, and boy....
Oh shoot, it's a duet, and I'd like to read them together. Have to put this one on pause. However, based on the strength of the start, I'm very excited to read once the next one is released. Also, lemme take a look at that backlist.
So, disclaimer, this is noir. There’s no other way I’d describe it.