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Get ready for an emotional ride filled with laughter, longing, and a sweet slow-burn in this sports romance about love’s power not in spite of difference, but because of it.
Ren
The moment I met her, I knew Frankie Zeferino was someone worth waiting for. Deadpan delivery, secret heart of gold, and a rare one-dimpled smile that makes my knees weak, Frankie has been forbidden since the day she and I became coworkers, meaning waiting has been the name of my game—besides, hockey, that is.
I’m a player on the team, she’s on staff, and as long as we work together, dating is off-limits. But patience has always been my virtue. Frankie won’t be here forever—she’s headed for bigger, better things. I just hope that when she leaves the team and I tell her how I feel, she won’t want to leave me behind, too.
Frankie
I’ve had a problem at work since the day Ren Bergman joined the team: a six foot three hunk of happy with a sunshine smile. I’m a grumbly grump and his ridiculously good nature drives me nuts, but even I can’t entirely ignore that hot tamale of a ginger with icy eyes, the perfect playoff beard, and a body built for sin that he’s annoyingly modest about.
Before I got wise, I would have tripped over myself to get a guy like Ren, but with my diagnosis, I’ve learned what I am to most people in my life—a problem, not a person. Now, opening my heart to anyone, no matter how sweet, is the last thing I’m prepared to do.
Always Only You is an opposites-attract, forbidden love sports romance about a nerdy, late-blooming hockey star, and his tough cookie coworker who keeps both her soft side and her autism diagnosis* to herself. Complete with a meddling secretary, tantric yoga torture, and a scorching slow burn, this standalone is the second in a series of novels about a Swedish-American family of five brothers, two sisters, and their wild adventures as they each find happily ever after.
*This is an #OwnVoices story for its portrayal of autism by an autistic author.
Audiobook
First published August 4, 2020
Yes I have a tender spot for the six-foot-three cinnamon roll.
Audio book source: Hoopla (library borrow)
Story Rating: 5 stars
Narrators: CJ Bloom and Nelson Hobbs
Narration Rating: 5 stars
Genre: Romance
Length: 10 hours and 18 minutes



“Nobody knows if love’s going to hurt them. You simply have to take a chance.”
“You have my heart, Søren Bergman,” she whispers against my neck. “Please, please be careful with it.”




3.75✨
”My therapist says, show peopke who you really are, and you get the absolute thrill of knowing they love you for you. That's why the friends I do have aren't many, but they know and love the real me."
loved both mcs
"I can't lose her."
"So don't. Go home and fight for her"
He laughs but it breaks into emotion. "How do you fight for someone who doesn't want to be fought for? How do you repair something that they say is irrevocably broken?"
"You show up and demonstrate hope. You show her that, yes, things break, and they'll never be what they were before, but when you piece them together, they can still be beautiful, only different"
(kay that was about aidenfreya btw) anyway, I loved this & both mc, it was cute, but I thought nothing eventful really happened in the last half, and as per usual it dragged on after they got together
“And I hope you know I’m a safe place for you to be you.”
Frankie snatches a roll from the bread baskets, rips it open, and smashes some butter into it, entirely focused on her task while she mutters under her breath.
“What are you grumbling to yourself?” I ask her.
Frankie gives me a withering stare and says around a bite of bread, “As if I’d want anyone else if I had you.”
His eyes crinkle when he laughs, and he has this habit of clutching his chest and bending over slightly, like someone’s capacity to amuse him goes straight to his heart.

I also pinch myself that I get to see Frankie every day I work.
🏒 get you a guy who metaphorically pinches himself every time he sees you bcos he can’t believe he gets to be in your vicinity.
🏒 and a guy who carries you when you’re on your period and pampers you the whole goddamn time.
🏒 and a guy who smothers your lips in lip balm when you’re unconscious in hospital for two days so you don’t get chapped lips.
🏒 and a guy who has been pining after you for three years and hasn’t so much as glanced at another woman since he met you, even when you didn’t give him the time of day.

“I’m tough,” I whisper.
He nods. “I know you are.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“You have,” he says. “You still do. You always will. I’ve just joined in, too. Now we take care of each other.”

Her face falls. “Some imperfections aren’t so beautiful, Ren.”
“No. Perhaps not.” I slip my fingers through her hair. “But if they’re yours, I love them. And you love mine.”