September 15, 2016 by Evelyn Summers
I bring new meaning to the phrase ‘Most Valuable Player’ Women love me, men want to be me and my team mates loathe the constant attention I bring. Trouble always finds me, both on and off the field. I see so much controversy the tabloids have my manager on speed dial. My life is a non-stop rollercoaster of football, women, and sex and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Foolishly, I believed I was untouchable but everything changes when I’m traded to Crystal Hill Football Club. The coach warns me to clean my act up—meaning no more scandals—so from now on; I’m flying under the radar. That resolution lasts one day—twenty-four hours—before I lose a bet to my new teammates. I never could pass up a challenge.
Five dates with girls of their choosing.
Five chicks I’d never even blink at, given the choice.
But, a bet’s a bet, so I’ll suck it up and do my time.
Reviewer’s note: This is the first instalment of a five book serial, meaning it’s a quick read that can be finished in one sitting, and, naturally, ends on a cliffhanger.
I was immediately hooked on the synopsis for this book. It looked like it had a lot of potential to be something special. Instead, the majority of this instalment was a whole lot of set up, with very little actually happening that related to the synopsis until the last 25%.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but this turned out to be a Gossip Girl-style fightback against the behaviour of footballers, mixed in with some slapstick and little character development. I didn’t like either Jake or Abbey, the former being too arrogant and the latter being too condescending and judgemental. Although this can work in a romance, it needs to be a little grittier or more interesting plot-wise than this.
I struggled with the writing style more than anything else. To me, it felt like a stream of consciousness with little pacing and development overall. It only really picked up when Jake and Abbey met for the first time.
Overall, an excellent premise that didn’t quite live up to its potential.
Jake Tanner just proved my theory that all footballers are arseholes. Who would’ve thought?