➦Somewhere around 3.5 stars… I loved parts of this book and it was, overall, a pretty enjoyable read. If you’re a fan of “celebrity falls for a regular girl” trope or a “single dad falls for a nanny trope”, then by all mean, do give this one a shot!
➦Brad, the hero is a famous movie star, who finds himself in a bit of a pickle. You see, a little girl unexpectedly comes into his life. His daughter lost her mother and now needs him to step up and be a dad. Slight problem, though. Brad is a notorious party boy and doesn’t exactly qualify to be a parent. But he’s determined to try. First thing: get a nanny.
➦And this is where the heroine of the story comes in. A professional nanny who is able to connect with his daughter and make Brad’s life easier. Or harder. Which one is it? It’s complicated, ok?
➦I enjoyed all parts of the book, especially the ending. It was touching and played on my emotions for sure. What didn’t quite work for me was the insta-lust. Even though this book is pretty slow burn, these two main characters start having perverted thoughts the second they see each other. I would have preferred a little bit more interaction between them and more of a gradual relationship progression. I don’t know, something just didn’t quite work for me. It happens.
➦The little girl was adorable and I’m sure will steal the hearts of so many readers. I did, however, think that she warmed up to the hero and the heroine way too fast. She made it so easy for them, especially her dad. He started out pretty much as a stranger to her and I just felt like there needed to be some bonding scenes between just him and her. I wished for a gradual buildup of their relationship here too.
➦Overall, an enjoyable book and is recommended to those who like reading book about famous people falling for us regular folk. 🙂
About the Author
CD Reiss is a USA Today and Amazon bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up, she’s at the well, hauling buckets.
Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere, but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels.
Critics have dubbed the books “poetic,” “literary,” and “hauntingly atmospheric,” which is flattering enough for her to put it in a bio, but embarrassing enough for her not to tell her husband, or he might think she’s some sort of braggart who’s too good to chop a cord of wood.
If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.