Full review at Smart Bitches, Trashy Books 
 If you can't tell by the cover and the title, this is a contemporary sports romance. This isn't in my wheelhouse. This is my wheelhouse. I also hadn't read any of the previous Sante Fe Bobcats books (this is the third in the series), but I got along just fine. I'm sure references to past events would have had a bigger impact, though I didn't get the sense that I was missing out on anything. Readers should be a-okay if they jump in here. 
 It's truly a sweet romance, despite the recovery and football playing aspects of the plot. If you're looking for angst and drama, this really isn't the book for you, and typically, that's what I tend to go for. I honestly would have liked more tension, but I also understand that's not what this romance is about. With Stephen trying to get his footing in sobriety and on his team now that he's fifty pounds lighter, having a relationship that's supportive and subtle and a little hesitant was the right complement. Injecting the book with some unnecessary drama to make things more tense and angst-ridden would have felt out of place. 
 However, that doesn't mean I wish there was a little more oomph to the whole thing. 
 What I really loved, though, about this book was the dialogue. It seemed almost effortless, and I never once rolled my eyes and scoffed to myself with a, "This isn't how people talk." The banter and conversations were natural and funny and totally adorable. Stephen and Mags arguing about kale - snortworthy. Mags' elderly landlord being feisty and saying the words "lady balls" - definitely here for that. And though I worship frequently at the House of Target, I will forever use the phrase "Target pizza bagel." 
 There's no chest-thumping or overt acts of aggression from any of the men in this book. There's no crisis threatening the central relationship in the story. It's simply a very sweet, "will they-won't they" romance, and we all know they will. 
 - Amanda