This book is 75 pages of pure serotonin injected straight into my bloodstream.
Emma Castle, how dare you make me fall for a Navy SEAL with abs and a gardening hobby on PAGE TWO?! Colt is mowing the lawn shirtless, and I was drooling harder than the entire Homeowners Association spying from their windows with binoculars and questionable morals. This man is damaged, closed off, built like a Greek god, and loves gardening?? I volunteer as tribute.
Enter Ophelia—ray of sunshine, walking heart-healer, and on the run from a bad breakup. Their meet-cute includes the funniest mistaken identity moment involving Colt’s dog Noah, and I cackled. Like, real tea-snort levels of laughter. And let’s be real, Noah deserves his own novella. Goodest boy confirmed.
The friendship? Adorable. The chemistry? Sizzling like a steak on a summer grill. The emotional damage? Delivered with a kiss on the forehead and a gentle “you okay, babe?” energy.
This was the perfect bite-sized book snack between my usual emotionally traumatic reads. Wholesome, hot, and heartwarming—like a warm cookie delivered by a shirtless Navy SEAL with a tragic past and a flower garden.
I recommend for anyone needing a quick palate cleanser, a little hope, and a lot of hot lawn-mowing action.