Just for Fun by Rosalind James is a story about a chance week‑long fling in Fiji that unexpectedly leaves behind a child and years later forces the two people involved to face the past, co‑parent, and decide whether what started as “just for fun” could turn into something real and lasting.
From the start I wasn’t sure what to expect but as I turned the pages, I found myself drawn into a warm, messy, hopeful kind of love story. Emma Martens, grappling with being a single mom to her son Zach, came across as weary but determined; and Nic Wilkinson, a professional rugby player who discovers he may be Zach’s father, slowly transforms from a star athlete to a man wrestling with responsibility, guilt, and the possibility of redemption. Their reunion isn’t magic, there’s no insta‑love, but a cautious, gradual rebuilding of trust, co‑parenting, and latent feelings that are complicated by Nic’s prior engagement and Emma’s understandable reservations.
What resonated with me most was how real the emotional stakes feel: the fear that someone you once loved might not ever be ready for real commitment, the vulnerability of parenting alone, and the hope still flickering, but very alive that a second chance might just be worth the risk. The setting, with nods to New Zealand’s rugby culture and even some Kiwi slang (there’s a glossary at the end), gave the story a distinct sense of place. If I had one quibble, it’s that the pace before the romance really picks up can feel slow, and the sports‑centred parts might not be for everyone. But overall, the way James balances romance with real life issues, reconciliation, parenting, forgiveness, second chances, left me feeling quietly hopeful and satisfied.
I’d give Just for Fun a 4 out of 5 stars. It isn’t a high‑drama page‑turner, but it’s heartfelt and grounded, a comforting romance that reminded me that love doesn’t always come easy, but sometimes the messy, complicated kind is the one worth fighting for.