They didn’t really serve any purpose in the story other than to push Noah and Finley together. All of Noah’s brothers were pretty obvious sequel bait.

It took Finley WAY too long to realize what a catch Noah was, in my opinion. In other words, ladies, (this includes you, Finley) if you find a man who thinks you’re hot when you’re sick, grab him with both hands and don’t let him go, because you’ve found the Holy Grail of men. And I’d bet money he doesn’t find me at all hot when I’m congested and snorting nasal spray and popping cold meds every few hours. I mean, where else are you going to find a man who thinks you’re hot when you have a cold and sneeze on him? When I have a cold, my husband can dodge a sneeze like Neo can dodge bullets in The Matrix. And that fear kind of irritated me after a while because Noah showed no signs of being anything other than an awesome book boyfriend sent to Finley by the romance gods. There were really no barriers to this couple’s HEA other than the heroine’s fear of getting hurt again. I’m all for low-angst reads, but this was a totally NO angst read. Two of my favorite tropes!Īs for what I didn’t really love, it was just kind of.boring. It was a slow-burn, friends-to-lovers romance.No idea how long it’ll be free, but hey, who doesn’t love a free book? Hot guys and repurposed furniture = my catnip. This one even featured the hot guy making a table out of a repurposed old door. It just doesn’t get any better than that, folks. He’s hot, he’s alpha without being an alphahole, he’s not a manwhore, and he fixes stuff. Noah is pretty much the perfect book boyfriend.

She’s understandably upset by her recent divorce, but she’s not emotionally crippled by it or so devastated that she finds it hard to carry on.

Better by Carey Heywood