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Abandoned by his partner in the wilds of Alaska, Peter is pretty much at the end of his rope. He has a cabin falling down around his ears, two young babies to care for, and too much alone time to think about his situation. It’s enough to make a man rethink wanting to be a dad.
Park Ranger Chad thinks Peter could use some help, especially when fire and weather warnings make him wonder if Peter’s little cabin is going to make it through the year. When he takes Peter and the babies in, he finds out that the attraction the two of them felt on their first meeting has the potential to be a lot more. Can he convince Peter that they can do more than keep each other warm?
This book was a surprise. Sadly, not a pleasant one. I don’t really know where to begin, but I suppose I should start with the biggie….the excessive sweetness. It was extremely sappy, dripping with sugar, and a saccharine-coma guarantee.
Too much. There is definitely a limit when it comes to ooey-gooey and the proportions were heavily skewed with the sugar factor. A sweet tale can easily sweep me away, if a story exists within the fluff. I can confidently tell you I did not walk away with any ‘story’ here. A little bit of angst helps balance a super sweet story. Unfortunately, not a drop was present.
The dialogue. Whoa. What happened here? I was extremely frustrated with their conversations. It felt like cavemen grunting single words at each other. I’ve never encountered such a flood of random single words, that frankly did not make a bit of sense.
Surplus of endearments. I have a few friends that cringe with endearments. I’ve never understood that before… ‘baby’ and ‘darling’ always make my knees weak. But holy shit! Before the half-way mark I was seeing red every time ‘love’ or ‘lover’ popped up. I couldn’t take it. Perfect example of the little bit goes a long way advise.
Insufficient editing. Despite the abundance of sugar, there is no way to sugarcoat the lack of editing. Awkward sentences, strange pronouns, and careless words that were obvious mistakes littered the pages. I’ll be honest, I immediately went to check the publisher after I finished. Years ago I never noticed or paid much attention to the publisher. However, these days I’ve come to rely on a certain quality from certain publishers and I was shocked when I confirmed which press re-released this story.
Da-da sex. Negating the fact that I was not a fan of the sexy times, I cringed when it overlapped with family time. I enjoy romance involving children but I don’t like ‘prick’ fondling under the table when they are feeding the babies. Sex is prevalent and they get it on often, which was completely impracticable with two infants. Blended families? Yes. Blending smut and kids? No thank you.
As the blurb states, Peter is a single father with twin babies. He is looking for a quiet country life for his family and relocates from the city to the wilderness in Alaska. When the local park ranger stops by the cabin he is renting, they share a look, and fall in love. Yep. A few minutes, a few of glances, and BOOM they are cohabiting and merging to become a family. The instalove soars to the top of all of the instalove romances I’ve read. Not necessarily a good thing.
I could probably continue to go on, but as you can see, nothing really worked for me here. I thought it sounded fantastic but it fantastically failed everything I hoped for.