I think I’ve met my new auto-buy author. I mean it. After Charlotte Stein and Talia Hibbert and possibly Olivia Dade, here we go with Molly O’Keefe. 

#MollyOKeefe has this thing, that her characters are REAL. Not real as in “accidentally joining a (kinda)(technically not) orgy”, but real as in introvert in an honest, freaking relatable way, doing real stuff (not exactly as in a “fight club” situation) but in not living in fancy places, rather in sort of dodgy ones near dodgy basements, going to a 7/11 to buy wine, working like mad bc you don’t like people and you don’t really know how to be with people. This kind of real.

And mostly, oh so mostly, I live for the kind of relationship that enhances both people's potentials, helps both become who they really are, unmask them, get them raw and naked. The kind of relationship that gets an extremely self-conscious introverted people-pleaser to finally state what they want, in and out of bed. The kind of relationship that pushes to go grab what they want because they finally see their own worth.

And that’s it, really. Must I add that Charlotte is an overweight illustrator working on a Where’s Waldo book, where Waldo is Jane Austen? Or that Jesse is a bossy, mono-syllabic brute (not always of course) who seems to see through everything bc he’s an introvert too, and he’s actually The Cinnamon-roll (who could easily kill you)? And the writing style reminds me of Charlotte Stein, and for me it's huge, in fact the whole book reminds me a bit of Never sweeter. Oh, and it’s hot, vividly, acutely, realistically hot.