Logan was so kind and down-to-earth despite the level of success and fame he'd achieved in his football career. I especially appreciated how much he cared about his young nephew, Briggs, and that he made a consistent effort to spend time with him. I also loved that he accepted Candace and her roommates/BFFs, Kat and Yasmine, as a package deal, even going so far as to take care of all three of them when they came down with food poisoning.
Candace was also a very kind and caring person, making her an excellent match for Logan. She was constantly strapped for cash despite working hard at multiple jobs, primarily because she chose to send money home to her parents in England to help out while her dad was out of work. The biggest obstacle Candace and Logan faced was the amount of public attention he received because of his
career. I could certainly understand why that would present a challenge for them, but it was very easy for me to root for them to work through the issue and end up together in the end.
Candace's roommates, Kat and Yasmine, were fantastic supporting characters and added a tremendous amount of depth and humor to the story. Their conversations consistently made me laugh, and I loved that they acted as much like Candace's sisters as her friends. I enjoyed Kat's romance with Logan's teammate Jay as well, mostly because the idea of them calling each other "Pookie" and "Sweetums" was so hilarious.
Overall, "The Trouble with Quarterbacks" was such a fun book, and I highly recommend it for all fans of contemporary romance, romantic comedy, and sports romance. I can't wait to see what R.S. Grey comes up with next!
*ARC provided by the author via InkSlingerPR. All opinions expressed are my own.
CANDACE: KAT & YASMINE! DO NOT DALLY! Come straight home after work. Kat, don’t take the long route from the subway station just so you can pass by Cute Hot Dog Guy. This is important!
I’ve had THE BEST DAY. You won’t believe it. There I was in my preschool classroom, washing a bit of poo out of some soggy trousers, when this absolute babe came to collect his nephew from my class.
Truthfully, I thought I’d blacked out for a moment when I first saw him. He was a proper hunk with glorious brown hair, quite tall, and he had these arms. Are muscly arms supposed to turn me on? I’m panting just thinking about them.
Anyway, he told me he’s a professional foosball player. At least, I think that’s what he said. The tots can get quite loud near pick-up time.
YASMINE: Foosball? What are you on about? Have you gone mad?
KAT: Oh sod off. So what if I like to have a good look at Hot Dog Guy’s arse on my trek home after a hard day’s work? It’s called self-care.
CANDACE: Kat, you’re hopeless. Yasmine, yes—foosball! I suppose it’s a big thing over here in the States? We must investigate and learn everything we can.
By the way, he’s called Logan.
Logan + Candace. I think that sounds quite nice! I can hear the wedding bells now. Dum dum da-dum.
YASMINE: Oh good grief. I suppose we can do some snooping when I get home. I’ll grab wine on my way.
KAT: I’ll grab hot dogs.
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