How did this book make my heart go, you ask? Badoom-boom. That’s the sound of me losing it over another Anna masterpiece. At this point, are we even surprised? I always pick up an Anna book knowing I’m about to fall in love, get my heart tangled in her characters, and end up blissfully content.
This book felt like coming home to people I know and adore. Getting to catch up with this group, especially Tamara and Patrick after all those teasing crumbs in Book 1, was pure serotonin. Anna’s writing has that effortless magic that makes your sadness disappear. It’s smooth, heartfelt, and layered with just the right balance of humor, chemistry, heartache, and healing. Her characters feel achingly real with their complex emotions and imperfect edges, making them relatable.
Now let’s talk about them. Tamara stole my heart, but Patrick? He owned the damn stage. Her quick-fire remarks and sass had me grinning, and his cheeky comebacks were pure gold. Their dynamic was textbook banter goals giving that addictive mix of teasing, tension, and tenderness.
And then there’s Patrick’s love language: food. The man flirts, cooks, feeds, and nurtures like it’s his mission. Every dish, every touch, every gesture screamed devotion and love layered with care. He’s the kind of man who worries about everyone else before himself; imperfect, haunted by his own struggles, but endlessly giving. Watching him show up for Tamara, not as a savior but as a steady presence, was beautiful.
Bold, confident, daring Tamara carries her own fear of abandonment and the way that was portrayed was raw, human, and empathetic. Patrick never tries to “fix” her; he simply stays. The quiet moments, cooking together, existing side by side, learning each other’s rhythms, were the real love story.
What I adored most was how authentically this book handled mental health, therapy, depression, and even pregnancy. It didn’t sugarcoat or sensationalize; it showed the messiness, vulnerability, and strength it takes to heal while still showing up for love. Those moments of honesty between them were intimate in a way that felt personal and grounding.
The spice? Oh, it was absolutely spicing. The swoony moments? Me a puddle on the floor. But beyond that, it’s the emotional depth that stayed with me, a reminder that love isn’t about being perfect, but about showing up again and again.
Verdict: the need to devour whatever Anna gives us next is still here and thriving. Can’t stop, won’t stop, and definitely don’t want to.
Thank you Anna for the ARC and the chance to read this book early!