If fake dating a supposed manwhore at a four-day family wedding sounds like chaos, buckle up—because this book serves it with a side of heat, hilarity, and hella good vibes.
Let’s get one thing out of the way: the first couple of chapters? A little messy. Too many friends, a chaotic setup, and some clunky pacing had me wondering if this was going to be one of those rom-coms that tries too hard. But once we hit the resort? Oh honey, it clicks. Suddenly we’re knee-deep in forced proximity, one bed, meddling moms, suspicious cousins, and a whole lot of sexual tension—and I was eating it up like wedding cake.
Zack is the MVP. Cocky but not annoying, flirty but sweet, reads her emotions like a pro and fetches dresses without asking for credit. Husband material wrapped in a casual hookup label.
Bree? It took longer for me to connect. Yes, she initiates their first night together (queen move), but for most of the book, she lets her mom walk all over her. When someone publicly insults you and you say nothing? Girl. Where’s your fire? I kept waiting for her to find her backbone and throw a little heat. She got there eventually, but I needed it earlier to really root for her.
It’s spicy, it’s funny, it has some genuine “aww” moments, and while it’s not breaking new ground, it knows exactly what kind of rom-com comfort it wants to be—and nails it. The banter works, the chemistry sizzles, and that Frisbee scene? I giggled like a gremlin.
So yeah. This isn’t just another manwhore romance. It’s a full-on vacation for your romance-loving soul.