Have I mentioned before that I detest hockey but love hockey romances?
Ah, well...I did always like the hockey players as a teen. Maybe it stems from that. Even though I think hockey, its early practices, its equipment, and the cold arena will forever be unsexy. Even that damn buzzer or the fact the segments are called "periods?"
I digress just a wee bit. You know why? I pretty much loved Matt Eriksson and his dirty mouth. And his maturity. And his teensy shows of possessiveness, like he was all claiming her for the world (subtle hands on necks, kiss on cheeks, direct dealings with exes and potential suitors).
And I'm at the age where I really really like men who want to curl up next to me on the couch, play with their daughters, and don't need to impress their friends anymore. Those types that aren't really playing a game (unless it's hockey!)I don't need no fancy restaurants or clubs. Give me the quiet life with a 29 year old divorcee anytime. Particularly this one. And a dad. Yay for sexy dads!
I have forgotten the heroines name though. I am pretty sure we should just call her Sam. (FINE, It's Hailey, and her nickname is stupid)...
Hailey was an enjoyable character (strong, a little shy and bumbling.) Unfortunately, I was too busy making heart eyes at Matt to notice too much else about her. Maybe she was a little flat overall for me even though I appreciated the quiet strength. Thus, I'm subtracting a star.
This book may be a case of hitting me right at the right time. I swung back to a contemporary mood, and this lit up my brain in all the right ways.