My rating: 5 of 5 stars
➳Wanting and chasing for what he cannot have, Fitzy finds himself enamored and enthralled with what is the sunshine that radiates from Summer in this compelling college romance… ➳Everyone who knows me, knows that my love for anything that is Elle Kennedy is immense. Especially when it comes down to the Briar boys that captivated my heart back in 2015 with their unique mindsets and creative personas. My god did I miss all my Briar boys and all their perspective partners. Thankfully Elle has made a combat with Fitzy and Summer’s love story. A romance novel that is filled with angst, fulfilling lust, and so much compatibility between these two individuals that come from two totally different worlds. For Fitzy, fighting his attraction towards Summer, Dean Di Laurentis’ younger sister, becomes a task that is beyond difficult for him since he ends up becoming her roommate after an unexpected turn of events.
➳Summer, being the sunshine individual that has always been, is also a fashion major who has been through a lot of trouble when transferring from one ivy league school to Briar U. Due to her learning disabilities, she ends up getting help from Fitzy and he ends up getting her help for inspiration when it comes down to his video game ideas. The obviously makes it obvious that Fitzy is a game designer major who also plays hockey for Briar U. How can one forget? The Briar boys have always had a special place in my heart when it comes down to college romances, and bless the soul of Elle for bringing them back in this novel. We get to see more of Tucker and Sabrina and their cutie little baby, which I am utterly obsessed with and want a story for her in the future as a Briar alumni.
➳When encountering upon difficulties of Fitzy truly admitting his feelings towards Summer, he knows that his time is running out because of a third party wanting to have Summer all to himself. That triggers a lighting bolt on Fitzy making him realize that no matter how much drama, how much momentum, how much enthusiasm and socialism Summer may have, he still craves her aurora and personality. This is what truly captives the reader for more of Elle’s writing.
➳Overall, Fitzy and Summer are two individuals that are truly meant to be no matter the cost. And because Elle knows her readers so well, she introduces a new character who becomes Summer’s new best friend; Brenda. That is the next story, The Risk. With a mysterious fella whom I kind of THINK know who it may be… And I am keeping my fingers crossed it is the individual who I want it to be because Brenda’s story will be a wild ride. I am so glad to have read this novel, my craving for college romance is back and I need more!
➳ARC kindly provided by the publicist, in exchange for an honest review…
“Dance with me?”
I want to say no.
But I also want to say yes.
I call this the Summer Dilemma—the frustrating, polar reactions this green-eyed, golden-haired goddess sparks in me.
Fuck yes and hell no.
Get naked with her. Run far, far away from her.
“Thanks, but I don’t like to dance.” I’m not lying. Dancing’s the worst.
Besides, when it comes to Summer Di Laurentis, my flight instinct always wins out.
“You’re no fun, Fitzy.” She makes a tsking noise, drawing my gaze to her lips. Full, pink, and glossy, with a tiny mole above the left side of her mouth.
It’s an extremely hot mouth.
Hell, everything about Summer is hot. She’s hands down the best-looking girl in the bar, and every dude in our vicinity is either staring enviously or glowering at me for being with her.
Not that I’m with her. We’re not together. I’m just standing next to her, with two feet of space between us. Which Summer keeps trying to bridge by leaning closer to me.
In her defense, she practically has to scream in my ear for me to hear her over the electronic dance music blasting through the room. I hate EDM, and I don’t like these kinds of bars, the ones with a dance floor and deafening music. Why the subterfuge? Just call your establishment a nightclub, if that’s what you want it to be. The owner of Gunner’s Pub should’ve called this place Gunner’s Club. Then I could’ve turned right around when I saw the sign and spared myself the shattered eardrums.
Not for the first time tonight, I curse my friends for dragging me to Brooklyn for New Year’s Eve. I’d way rather be at home, drinking a beer or two and watching the ball drop on TV. I’m low-key like that.
“You know, they warned me you were a curmudgeon, but I didn’t believe it until now.”
“Who’s they?” I ask suspiciously. “And hey, wait. I’m not a curmudgeon.”
“Hmmm, you’re right—the term is kind of dated. Let’s go with Groucho.”
“No-Fun Police? Is that better?” Her expression is pure innocence. “Seriously, Fitz, what do you have against fun?”
An unwitting smile breaks free. “Got nothing against fun.”
“All right. Then what do you have against me?” she challenges. “Because every time I try talking to you, you run away.”
My smile fades. I shouldn’t be surprised that she’s calling me out in public. We’ve had a whopping total of two encounters, but that’s plenty of time for me to know she’s the type who thrives on drama.
I hate drama.
“Got nothing against you, either.” With a shrug, I ease away from the bar, prepared to do what she’s just accused me of—run.
A frustrated gleam fills her eyes. They’re big and green, the same shade as her older brother Dean’s eyes. And Dean’s the reason I force myself to stay put. He’s a good friend of mine. I can’t be a jackass to his sister, both out of respect for him, and for fear of my well-being. I’ve been on the ice when Dean’s gloves come off. He’s got a mean right hook.
“I mean it,” I say roughly. “I have nothing against you. We’re cool.”
“What? I didn’t hear the last part,” she says over the music.
I dip my mouth toward her ear, and I’m surprised that I barely have to bend my neck. She’s taller than the average chick, five-nine or ten, and since I’m six-two and used to towering over women, I find this refreshing.
“I said we’re cool,” I repeat, but I misjudged the distance between my lips and Summer’s ear. The two collide, and I feel a shiver run up her frame.
I shiver too, because my mouth is way too close to hers. She smells like heaven, some fascinating combo of flowers and jasmine and vanilla and—sandalwood, maybe? A man could get high on that fragrance. And don’t get me started on her dress. White, strapless, short. So short it barely grazes her lower thighs.
God fucking help me.
A New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author, Elle Kennedy grew up in the suburbs of Toronto, Ontario, and holds a B.A. in English from York University. From an early age, she knew she wanted to be a writer, and actively began pursuing that dream when she was a teenager.
Elle writes romantic suspense and erotic contemporary romance for various publishers. She loves strong heroines and sexy alpha heroes, and just enough heat and danger to keep things interesting!
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