“Quick, I’m having a winemergency.”
Rating: 4/5 stars
Format: Physical copy
Crush: a strong and often short-lived infatuation, particularly for someone beyond your reach…
Darcy Barrett has undertaken a global survey of men. She’s travelled the world, and can categorically say that no one measures up to Tom Valeska, whose only flaw is that Darcy’s twin brother Jamie saw him first and claimed him forever as his best friend. Despite Darcy’s best efforts, Tom’s off limits and loyal to her brother, 99%. That’s the problem with finding her dream man at age eight and peaking in her photography career at age twenty—ever since, she’s had to learn to settle for good enough.
When Darcy and Jamie inherit a tumble-down cottage from their grandmother, they’re left with strict instructions to bring it back to its former glory and sell the property. Darcy plans to be in an aisle seat halfway across the ocean as soon as the renovations start, but before she can cut and run, she finds a familiar face on her porch: house-flipper extraordinaire Tom’s arrived, he’s bearing power tools, and he’s single for the first time in almost a decade.
Suddenly Darcy’s considering sticking around to make sure her twin doesn’t ruin the cottage’s inherent magic with his penchant for grey and chrome. She’s definitely not staying because of her new business partner’s tight t-shirts, or that perfect face that’s inspiring her to pick up her camera again. Soon sparks are flying—and it’s not the faulty wiring. It turns out one percent of Tom’s heart might not be enough for Darcy anymore. This time around, she’s switching things up. She’s going to make Tom Valeska 99 percent hers.
I’m not gonna lie, no one is more surprised by my rating than me. Initially I was pretty quick to write this book off since I wasn’t a fan of The Hating Game. I was just so irked that a book geared towards hate to love with a a title and all to confirm it wouldn’t have true hate to love in it. I felt scammed but my opinion of that book was pretty unpopular since everyone seemed to love it. So, before I wrote off Sally Thorne’s books I figured I might as well give them one more chance and fate just kind of my shoved this book in my face when I was at the library, so I figured what’s the worst that can happen? And surprisingly, I really enjoyed this a lot.
If you look up hot mess in the dictionary Darcy Barrett’s picture will come right up. But you know what? It was so refreshing. A lot of people didn’t like that Darcy was all over the place but I personally loved it and thought it made this story so much fun and makes it feel more believable. Give me a brash, take no shit, selfish type of girl over the usual soft, never seen a dick type of saint most romances have. I’m HERE for it, folks. I also loved the relationship Darcy had with her twin brother Jamie, it felt so authentic and similar to the relationship my sister and I have. The dynamic between Jamie, Darcy, and their long-time-best-friend-turned-love-interest Tom was so much fun to read about that it had me laughing out loud most of the time. Plus, Tom isn’t an alpha billionaire bad boy, he’s just an overall good dude trying to get his business up and running and I loved it. Friendship-wise it was super wholesome and I honestly think I enjoyed that more than the romance aspect of the story.
One of the things I didn’t particularly care for during this were the numerous plot holes throughout the story. It seemed like the author had too many ideas for this story and tried to cram them in but never really resolved them. For example, Darcy’s grandmother was a fortune teller and the beginning of the story makes it feel like her grandmother always knew Tom and Darcy would end up together and leaving the house to be renovated was her way of bringing them together. Darcy even found a tarot card behind one of the tiles while ripping apart the bathroom – which was obviously left there for a reason, but that’s as far as the story goes. So like, why introduce that and then just give it up? I’m not a fan of stuff like that in books.
As far as the romance goes, it’s cute. It’s not the the most intense/steamy romance I’ve ever read. The tension is great and there’s really only one sex scene, so if you’re looking for something on the smuttier side this ain’t it. But the ending was super sweet and gave me all the feels, which again was pretty surprising since normally HEA’s leave my eyes so far in the back of my head I’m not sure they’ll ever come back. But all in all, I’m glad I gave this one a chance before slapping the “it’s me, not you” label on the author. I will definitely be checking out Sally Thorne’s next book…especially because the synopsis sounds more similar to this book than The Hating Game.
Until next time,