Luna and the Lie by Mariana Zapata
I wonder what Mariana Zapata was like as a toddler with her paints and crayons? I’m thinking she was a messy little thing, because no one does messy quite like Ms Zapata. There’s a whole load of ruder words, but Luna and Rip are seriously messy.
It’s not just their relationship that’s messy, it’s their families, their backgrounds and the decisions they’ve made. He really should not even be likeable, yet I was swooning. Maybe it wasn’t crayons and paints, maybe it was the jigsaw pieces that the little Mariana scattered all around.
“I swear to God, you’re a fucking puzzle I thought was all in the box, but every damn day I find a piece or two hidden all over the place.”
The imagery that Ms Zapata brings to mind it’s just damn near perfect.
If she was a messy toddler, as an adult this author undoubtedly loves her slow cooker, because she nails the slow burn. Even for a master of the slow burn this one simmers at a low heat threatening to boil over at any moment, so you simply can’t take your eye off it, or put it down easily. Delicious!
And then there’s the melt….
“You want someone to be your best friend and your fucking partner? I’m right fucking here, baby girl.”
Who wouldn’t want to be Rip’s best friend and fucking partner (pun definitely intended)?!
Any fan of Ms Zapata is going to compare everything she writes to The Wall of Winnipeg, I guess it probably drives her insane. This comes close to Winnipeg, but I do love a sports romance so I’m sticking with Winnie as my fave but only just.