I don’t know what I expected when I picked up My Date with a Rubber Duckie—but it certainly wasn’t a rubber duck shifter romance. And yet, here I am, utterly obsessed.
This book is exactly the kind of chaotic, bonkers brilliance I live for. Our heroine? Having the worst day of her life. And what does she do? She takes a bath (as one does) and unknowingly brings home the shifter of her dreams—a literal rubber duck who turns into a man. YES, YOU READ THAT RIGHT.
First of all, let’s talk about the puns. I cackled. I giggled. I quacked. The humor in this book is top-tier ridiculous, and I was absolutely here for it. And the duck shifter?? Oh, he’s not just some random bird—he calls her his little bubble. HIS LITTLE BUBBLE. I swooned and laughed at the same time.
The chemistry? Shockingly good. The spice? Oh, it’s there. And the sheer commitment to this premise? Chef’s kiss.
Honestly, I didn’t know I needed a duck shifter romance in my life, but now I demand more. This book is unhinged, hilarious, and weirdly hot—and if that doesn’t make you want to read it, I don’t know what will.
5/5 feathery stars. QUACK QUACK, BABY.