A relentless delight. My friend Justin recently expressed surprise that goopy hockey romances are a thing that I like a whole lot, and honestly, no one was more surprised to learn this than I was. I think it is fair to say I am a little acerbic, and many of the things I love most in the world are a touch more highbrow (or at least middlebrow) than this, but there you have it. For the last 3 years or so, I have been hooked on sports romances, mostly hockey. I like sports smut, and I cannot lie. This was a very good iteration of the breed, and New York set to boot.
Moore understands that the best stuff isn't necessarily the sex, it is the tension. In this book she gave us that buzz. The leads did not so much as kiss until well after the halfway point though there was instalove in the air (not to worry, they made up for the delay). The chemistry throughout was explosive. Early on in my relationship with an ex (before he became my current and then my former and while I was extracting myself from the previous current and then former, and so was withholding moving forward physically) said to me that he spent every day feeling like he was watching a drop of water quivering as it waited to drip from a faucet. This book felt like that.
I loved Jasper and Wolfie. (It is a terrible nickname, but then Jasper creates a personal nickname from that, "Cub", which was adorable.) I liked their friends and families. I loved their conversations. It is pretty clear Moore knows very very little about hockey, but I will forgive that. It is pretty clear she does not know a ton about NYC either. (One example of many; The best bagels that they have ever tasted are at a diner run by an Italian man who has a recipe he won't share. No. You will never find the best bagels at a diner. Even if you did, they would be brought in. Bagels are not made at diners. I don't know any Italian bagel makers, though I purchase my pappardelle from a Jewish man who makes transcendent fresh pasta, so it is possible. Also, I am not sure there are diners owned by Italians within the five boroughs.) Anyway, it didn't matter too terribly much.
One note: I listened to the audiobook, and I was thrilled that the female narrator, who was Brilisth (as was Wolfie), did flawless American accents. The male narrator, who was American (as was Jasper), was not as successful with the British accents, so readers from the UK might not be as thrilled with the narration, but I thought it was very good..