Damn, what a book. I inhaled this. On a rare occasion, the ending of the book sneaked up on me!
Our main players are Ripley Fox, social worker extraordinaire, and Kenna Crawford, a top-notch investigative journalist. If their names aren't dynamic enough, their communication skills should impress you. They have a fun case of nearly insta-love, but in a good way. It's done right, if you ask me.
Two decades ago, Ripley became the sole survivor in a house fire that killed her entire family. It left her to fend for herself in the foster care system until she aged out. As the story develops, you see that there's more to the fire and trauma and we follow the characters pursuing the truth.
Okay, so let's mention Ripley for a section. She's shy, quite awkward, talented, and as foxy in bed as her name. Crush material! Her and Kenna's emotional intelligence is quite high, compared to the scheme of our small lesbian fiction world. When they have issues, they do this thing called talking? I LOVE it.
The mood of this story, similar to All The Love Songs (another great one from Nicole Pyland), isn't one spiked with sharp ups and downs. It's a smooth progression, even during the angst, and I appreciate Pyland's style here. It makes for a pleasant read that could be much more traumatizing in another writer's hands.
I mentioned foxy in bed. This book has oodles of sex scenes! My, my, Rip and Kenna love each other's bodies. Yay!
While this story is comprised of many parts, it's a smooth read. It's exactly what I needed. Five stars!