Surprisingly, I liked this book a lot more than I thought I would. Not because I felt the first book was hard to top, but because the heroine, Theresa, was so bland as a character. That is, when she wasn't coming off as a snob. Seriously, she actually looked for excuses not to date Michael, yet was only too eager to date blue-blood Reese (I totally called it, by the way, that he was up to no good). She even told Janna, her best friend and the heroine from the first book, that Michael 'wasn't who she envisioned for herself,' just because he's Italian (like her) and from the same blue-collar neighborhood where she grew up. I think the only time I really liked Theresa was when she allowed herself to be vulnerable, and opened herself up to Michael and the love he had to offer her.
In fact, Michael was what made this book so enjoyable (well, him, Gemma, and Anthony). Michael was such a sweetheart; not to mention, so patient to put up with Theresa's emotional roller-coaster (she likes him, she doesn't like him, she wants to date him, she doesn't want to date him — seriously, I would've told her to take a hike!). I gotta give him major points for trying to woo her with pastries instead of flowers, and I loved that he was there for her when she needed him, no matter what was going on between them. I also loved that he was persistent without being a stalker, and that the last thing he wanted to do was push Theresa into doing something she wasn't comfortable with (I'll say this much for Deirdre Martin: she really handled Theresa's whole near-rape situation with aplomb in these first two books).
Okay, really, I should move on, or this review will end up just being an ode to Mikey D (not that he doesn't deserve it, mind you ;) ).
Anyway, I was happy that Ty and Janna returned, especially with Ty coming back to coach the Blades (not really a spoiler, since it's mentioned within the first chapter). And as I've mentioned above, I really liked Michael's relatives, Gemma and Anthony, and even got a kick out of their grandma, Nonna Maria. Michael's brother Anthony could be a jerk at times, but I loved his and Mikey's interactions, whether they were butting heads or just teasing each other in that way that siblings have. Who really stole the show, though, for me, was Michael and Anthony's free-spirited cousin Gemma. She always had such sage advice for her cousin Mikey, and she could be a hoot-and-a-half at times. Besides, I always have, and will always have, a soft spot for characters that dance to their own drum. I look forward to reading her and Anthony's respective books in this series.