Series: Friendship Texas #1
on July 12, 2016
Genres: College, New Adult, Sports Romance
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"Welcome to Conti's. I'm Lia and I'll nguhhhhhhhhhhhhh".
I froze. Directly facing me was Olympic swimmer, Jay Morningstar… and I just made an idiot of myself.
The rest of the table looked up to see me standing there with my mouth practically gaping. His coach, who I recognized from TV interviews, and even two other swimmers from the Olympic team... they didn't say anything, they didn't even blink.
"Uh… I mean…"
I couldn't even put together my words and Jay Morningstar was just staring at me with that Wheaties box smile and those icy blue eyes.
What was I supposed to say? "Sorry I just made a weird noise, it's just that I have a poster of you on my wall where you are wearing nothing more than your gold medals, a smile, and a pair of man panties?"
This is simply put, an easy read. I didn’t find there to be an inordinate about of depth, and at times it was rather anticlimactic, BUT! Sometimes these are the perfect types of stories to read after you’ve experienced something overly emotional or angsty. If your settling into a beach chair for a day, put up your feel and jump into this book. It’ll keep you in the mood while soaking up some rays.
I loved Magan’s song usage throughout the book. There were different styles from different eras, but most importantly, her usage of Lady Gaga’s anthem, Edge of Glory. It fits perfectly with not only the accompanying scenes, but with an overall theme as well. Excellent song choice, connecting it with scenes/moments to add importance, and then turning it into the title.
Everyone who knows me knows that I’m a die hard romantic. I live for swoony, sweet, cheesy stories in both the books I read and in real life. Edge of Glory definitely had some of this going on which I means of course I devoured it. At times it became almost a little too cheesy for my liking, simply because it was coming from only one character and happening constantly, but later when the cheesiness was toned back again, it was a cute read.
“I didn’t know what my feelings were for him. In the beginning, it was the thrill of the hot Olympian and now I was seeing past the guy in the Speedo to the guy that wanted to be out of the spotlight. The one who listened to records and told me I was beautiful.
Jay Morningstar was going to break me and I couldn’t stop him.”
A little tidbit that I picked up on was the heroine’s family heritage. I understand that these characters are Sicilian, but the culture don’t need to be forced into every page for me to believe it. Personally, it seemed to be over the top and unnecessary.
Realistic, this is not, but it’s certainly nice to dream that if something like this can happen to Lia, it could happen to anyone.
I’m a sucker for sports romances and was ready to dive in to this story (pun intended) with the Olympics being only a few weeks away, but it was a bit of a miss for me. I just didn’t connect with the characters, didn’t feel the chemistry between Jay and Lia, and didn’t actually know why they liked each other. At times the relationship seemed unbalanced and almost one sided.
My biggest problem with this story has to be with how immature the characters were. Scratch that, the hero seemed to act his age, it was more so the heroine and her best friend. I don’t know what it was, but these two seemed to be fourteen year old girls stuck in a twenty year old body. The gossip and squealing and the way they spoke, it reminded me of freshman year in high school. These two were aggravating to say the least, especially during scenes with the two of them together.
Overall, Edge of Glory was a cutesy, new adult love story between a sheltered girl with strict parents and a famous boy whom she’s always idolized. It was an easy read with low angst, funny moments and charming dialogue. If any of those characteristics seem like something you’re looking for, be sure to pick this story up today!
*An ARC was received from the author and Give Me Books in exchange for an honest review.
Snow in Texas didn’t happen.
The weather report said that we were supposed to get significant snowfall, but I told Jay that the weatherman was usually wrong so there was nothing to worry about.
This was one of the first times that Jay was going to hang out at my house and nothing was going to ruin that for me.
Or so I thought.
I’d cleaned everything from top to bottom a million times over and made sure my parents would both be at the restaurant along with Sonny.
Jay was just coming over to watch a movie, but I couldn’t wear my usual “lounging” gear of sweatpants. It took me forever to figure out what to change into after school and put on extra deodorant.
Staring at myself one last time in the mirror, I thought I could pull off looking half way decent. I smoothed out my sweater and touched up my lip gloss.
Okay, so maybe I wasn’t a Christy Quinn with a great fashion sense, but hey, a sweater and jeans weren’t that bad.
The doorbell rang and I bolted down the stairs only to feel something warm and squishy underneath my sock-clad feet.
I winced, not wanting to look at what I stepped in, but as soon as Nonna’s goat walked into the foyer, I knew it was exactly what I thought it was.
“Nonna! What is Capra doing in the house?”
Nonna shuffled into the foyer and looked down at my feet then at Capra, swatting him on the butt and swearing in Italian. Capra snorted and turned around, dropping another big pile of little pellet poops on the ground before she sauntered toward the living room.
I put my hand on my head and looked between the new pile of poop, the one on my foot, and the door where Jay was standing behind the stained glass door.
I didn’t even have any time to panic. I whipped off my socks and turned, cracking the door open slightly, trying to put on my biggest smile. “Um, hey, Capra had a little bit of an accident, so I’m just going to clean it up before you come in. Okay?”
Jay raised an eyebrow. “Um. Okay?”
I shut the door again and then raced my socks to the laundry room, throwing them in the wash then moved as fast as I could to clean up the new piles.
I let out a deep breath before I opened the door again to see a smiling Jay. He always found a way to look better than me, no matter what he was wearing. His hair was still wet as if he just got out of the shower, or maybe the pool, and he smelled of soap and cool mint. I tried not to let my eyes wander at the way his thin black t-shirt clung to him with moisture still on his chest, but there is only so much a girl can resist.
Or maybe he was freezing and I was the jerk that didn’t let him in because I was cleaning up goat poop.