This romance delivered exactly what it promised: sharp banter, tropical tension, forced proximity, and steam with a purpose.

Trishara and Rafe might not be true enemies, but the tension between them is real and deliciously well-built. I loved their dynamic—part snark, part slow discovery, and a whole lot of unresolved tension that had no choice but to unravel once they were stuck in a Maui honeymoon suite. The “only one bed” trope is always fun, and here it added the perfect edge of chaos and vulnerability.

What surprised me most was how the book didn’t shy away from deeper issues. Trishara’s experience as a woman of color navigating corporate culture was incredibly well portrayed: all the little digs, all the moments she had to push twice as hard just to be heard—it added a meaningful layer to an otherwise light read. Her moments of resistance felt powerful and deserved.

Rafe was a pleasant surprise too. He had charm and depth, and the way he let Trishara shine while slowly dropping his own armor was satisfying to witness.

And I have to say: Soneela Nankani brought the whole story to life with just the right energy. Her narration was perfectly in tune with both Trishara’s fire and vulnerability—an absolute treat to listen to.

In short: sunshine, spice, snark, and substance. An excellent beach read with just enough bite.