The first rule of book club: You don’t talk about book club.
Nashville Legends second baseman Gavin Scott’s marriage is in major league trouble. He’s recently discovered a humiliating secret: his wife Thea has always faked the Big O. When he loses his cool at the revelation, it’s the final straw on their already strained relationship. Thea asks for a divorce, and Gavin realizes he’s let his pride and fear get the better of him.
Welcome to the Bromance Book Club.
Distraught and desperate, Gavin finds help from an unlikely source: a secret romance book club made up of Nashville’s top alpha men. With the help of their current read, a steamy Regency titled Courting the Countess, the guys coach Gavin on saving his marriage. But it’ll take a lot more than flowery words and grand gestures for this hapless Romeo to find his inner hero and win back the trust of his wife.
The story– 5 /5
Setting of the book– 4,5/5
Main Hero– 4 /5
Smexy Times?– Yes
Overall – 5/5 stars
This was my pick for the DYRC20 reading challenge for February. I can say just one thing…I LOVED IT AND I WANT MORE! Give me more!!! It’s such a unique spin of the classic “romance” rom-com genre, Gavin and the guys in the “bromance book club” were hilarious and I loved how they tried to help Gavin to get his wife back. The relationship between Gavin and Thea was so real and raw. I can already say it’s one of my favorite books of 2020. Can’t wait to read the next book!
FAVORITE QUOTES FROM THE BOOK
“Como es el?”
How is he? Gavin understood that. Holy shit, he could speak Spanish when he was drunk.
Del shook his head. “He’s about one shot away from listening to Ed Sheeran.”
Gavin hiccupped. “No me gusta Ed Sheeran.”
The man tugged on his suspenders. “Whatcha knockin’ down?”
“Patriarchal power structures.”
“Make sure it’s not load-bearing first.”
Del turned around. “Everyone here?”
“Yeah,” Mack said. “In the basement. Is he ready for his initiation? I have to get that sheep back to the farm by midnight.”
“Men are idiots. We complain that women are so mysterious and shit, and we never know what they want. We fuck up our relationships because we convince ourselves that it’s too hard to figure them out. But the real problem is with us. We think we’re not supposed to feel things and cry and express ourselves. We expect women to do all the emotional labor in a relationship and then act confused when they give up on us.”
“Don’t be ashamed for liking them. The backlash against the PSL is a perfect example of how toxic masculinity permeates even the most mundane things in life. If masses of women like something, our society automatically begins to mock them. Just like romance novels. If women like them, they must be a joke, right?”
“A woman remembers every time a man winks at her, because we love winking. It’s like catnip. Wink at us, and we roll over and start purring. You haven’t winked at me in a long time.”
“Why are we running?” Mack yelled.
They were all running.
Mack. Del. Yan. The Russian. Gavin. Running up a crooked sidewalk in Atlanta toward the giant church in the distance.
“Because this is grand gesture,” the Russian panted. “You always run for grand gesture.”
“And because you parked seven blocks away!” Gavin yelled.