From the time I signed up for this book to the time it was actually on my kindle I had actually forgotten what it was about and I hadn’t re-read the synopsis, because I assumed from the cover and title at this was another romantic comedy. It was a romantic comedy-ish, this story deals with much more than the funny side of life, but I feel like the book was a little confused about what it wanted to be.
There were some issues that I feel were more glossed over than they should have been. These should have been deep soul shattering, unnerving issues, because I’m a single mom and I get where the h would be DEVASTATED if this happened and while she seemed upset, I didn’t feel her reaction was heartbreaking enough.
That said, it was funny and the ending was exceptional. I adored their meddling mothers!
“I mean for God’s sake, you had your mouth on his genitals outside in broad daylight!” – That’s from Cooper’s mother
If you are looking with light read with skimmings of serious topics, and a happily ever after, then this is the book for you.
Boomerangers [boo-muh-rang-ers] noun, informal: an adult that moves back home to live with a parent after a period of independence.
I love sex. I love the power, the intimacy, the euphoria it brings. Too bad I’m not having any . . . You’d think as New Orleans’ most renowned sex therapist that I’d be swimming in single men. In a way, I am . . . except for the fact that one is in diapers and the other two are drowning in preteen hormones. As a single mother of three, my days are devoted to my clients and my kids, and my nights are spent with Fabio, my trusty vibrator. When my world begins to unravel, I have no choice but to move back home. And when my high school sweetheart comes waltzing back into my life, comedy and chaos ensue.
What can I say? I never said I could pick ’em, but you can bet your ass I know how to fix ’em.
As soon as the ink dried on my divorce papers, I made myself a solemn vow: I was done with relationships. Moving home to take over my father’s firm was the plan, until Spencer decided to return, along with three souvenirs from the life she’s lived without me.
I’ve been in love with the girl next door for nearly all of my life; the rest was spent trying to forget her. I’d give almost anything for a second chance with her, but I have no time for distractions—especially the kind that involve diapers, bottles, and eighteen-year commitments.
The problem is, she’s already got me by the balls . . . and I’m beginning to feel the noose tightening around my heart.