I feel like I’ve been trying to crack the code of romance books so long since I ever started reading. I went a period thinking maybe the genre wasn’t for me until I became an experienced enough reader to realize I just hadn’t found the right book yet. in this case, I hadn’t found Cat Sebastian yet. this is the closest thing I’ve ever come to feeling GIDDY while reading romance. kicking my feet and twirling my hair. Sebastian has a deep understanding of the machinations of lust, desire, and build-up few romance authors could only dream of. any romance I usually manage to sit through, keeps me engaged in SPITE of the writing—but this kept me engaged, in large part, because of it. I was interested in the two leads as characters, I was invested in their individual developments outside of the romance. the romance just happened to be a delightful, giggling, and kicking-your-feet worthy cherry on top.