I received a copy of this book for an honest review. What follows is my opinion and mine alone. There was no compensation for this review.
I know, I know, the love triangle is nothing new in fiction. However, This Love has a healthy love triangle. What I mean by that is all three characters are mature adults. Actually mature.
This Love is narrated in the first person limited with each of the three main being represented. You have Chloe, a woman with emotional baggage, a great friendship with the band, Renegades, and a brief lack of self worth. We have Luke, a reasonable and loveable guy who is an ex-boyfriend of Chloe’s but still holds that candle of love. And lat, we have Raif, the best friend Chloe always visited during the tough times. Each character had a distinct voice and were easy to love. Especially when the real drama began.
I cannot explain how refreshing their reactions whenever a dramatic moment happened, that would only give out the story. Suffice to say, each character was someone you want to emulate in real life. It made it hard to hate either guy. There was no true antagonist except for the glaring flashy triangle they had gotten into.
The book was easily a quick read. With the refreshing take on a well loved trope. I would recommend other readers of romance who just want some drama but not to soap opera levels. Can I also add, I want more of the healthy love triangle. It wasn’t hard to keep a smile on my face while reading.
I look up and find Chloe standing in front of me, her full mouth turned down on one side as she studies my face.
“What is it?” I ask, reaching out to catch a stray curl that’s escaped her ponytail, rubbing the silky strands through my fingers and forcing her to take a step closer. I like her closer. I’m not supposed to, and I try to hide it usually because she’s too fine, too good for me to sully. I let my other hand move to her hip and pull her so she’s standing between my knees, my back to the bar now. She smells like summer to me, always has.
Her green eyes are huge and hooked on mine, looking like she thinks I might be crazy.
“What are you doing, Raif?” She asks softly, her voice practically a whisper. Her small hands are on my chest, just resting there and I want them on my skin.
I want her.
It’s a fact I try hard to hide most of the time. From Pippa, from myself, from the whole world. No more Pippa, though. And I’m so tired of wanting her and denying myself.
“I’m just touching your hair, it’s soft,” I say, trying to downplay how badly I want to pull her even closer, taste her mouth, claim some of that sweetness for myself.