3.5 stars, rounded down
This was a mixed bag for me.
On the positive side: I was genuinely engaged. The pacing was good, the story kept moving, and I never felt bored. I’m not a huge slow-burn person but I actually appreciated how this book handled it—the MCs were emotionally aligned and clearly into each other relatively early, even if everything else took time. The yearning worked for me.
The writing, though, was uneven. In places it was perfectly fine, but in other spots it veered into overly simplistic territory, the kind of language that makes you feel vaguely insulted for reading it. It didn’t ruin the book, but it was noticeable.
What ultimately pushed me from a likely 4-star read down to 3 stars were two bigger issues:
First, Connor’s dad. He’s a one-dimensional cartoon villain with an absurd amount of power, not just over his adult son, but apparently over the league and… the Olympics? Please. It strained credibility hard. And the reason he hated Gavin never fully made sense to me. Yes, hockey skews wealthy, but I don’t buy that a retired pro athlete would shun a talented white kid purely for not coming from money, especially one who plays a different position than his son. If this were about race or something else systemic, that would track. This just didn’t.
Second, and more egregiously, holy misogyny. With the exception of about five seconds at the very end involving a woman named Maria, every single woman in this book is awful. The puck bunnies at the Vegas gym. The two drunk moms. Every terrible reporter. It was exhausting. At some point it stops feeling like characterization and starts feeling like an authorial issue. This author really needs to stop hating women.
A couple of additional quibbles:
– Not making the Olympic medal ceremony is a huge deal, and it genuinely annoyed me how quickly that was brushed off.
– We also just… never really address who won the Cup that season? That felt weirdly incomplete.
– As a warm-weather person, Buffalo all winter followed by Alaska in the summer sounds like my personal hell, but hey, if it works for them, who am I to judge? (Answer: I’m me and I judge. Quel nightmare.)
Heat-wise: if you’re not into spicy books, this will probably be right up your alley. There are a couple of explicit scenes, but for someone like me who loves spice, I could’ve easily used one or two more, especially since they had good chemistry and were right there with the heteronormative bullshit I can’t help but love - size difference, strict roles. Give me more of that! Still, it’s probably the sweet spot for most readers.
Final note: give Bouchard a bi-awakening book. He was my favorite character, including the MCs.