Adult Fiction book review

Love at First Fight by Carrie Aarons

Librarian Laura’s Review of Love at First Fight

Spending the summer at a luxury beach house in the Hamptons with a bunch of friends? Sounds perfect, right? Well, that’s what overworked and underpaid inner-city schoolteacher Molly Archer thought too. Until Justin,the boyfriend she rented the house with and was planning to be with for a romantic getaway, texts her on his way to Singapore to tell her he was moving and breaking up with her, by the way. Reeling and heartbroken from the sudden breakup, Molly isn’t sure she wants to go to spend her vacation in a house full of Justin’s friends. However, the chance to get away from the hustle of New York City and time with her best friend Heather, whom she is so glad she invited now that Justin ditched her, are just too tempting to pass up.

But when Molly arrives at the beautiful, scenic dream house, the first person she runs into – Smith Redfield – is the last person she wants to be around. Smith has been best friends with her ex, Justin, since they were young, and for some reason he has always treated Molly with contempt as if he could hardly stand to be in her presence. Smith is gorgeous and underwear model-hot, but his abrasive attitude toward Molly is hard to overlook, even when he’s so easy on the eyes. Smith, with his Italian roots and charm, is an insanely successful restaurant chain owner, and his current restaurant project is a tribute to the twin sister he tragically lost in a car accident about a year ago. Smith’s large Italian family and handful of brothers and sisters have tried to help him move past the grief of losing Stephanie to a place where he can still remember her, but also live his life with happiness.

Molly finds most of Justin’s friends and her new housemates for the summer to be friendly and fun. What Molly can’t figure out is why Smith hates her so much. And if he hates her so much, why does one smoldering look from across their shared dinner table make her weak in the knees. As fate would have it, Molly and Smith’s rooms are right next door to each other, and they are sharing a bathroom in their wing of the beach house. There’s a fine line between love and hate, as they say, and it doesn’t take much to cross the line. Especially when two beautiful, single people are sharing a fabulous beach house with other couples who are madly in love. If you like a steamy, atmospheric romance, this one is for you!

Readers will swoon for the often steamy enemies to lovers romance, unfolding in dual narratives between Smith and Molly. Thank you to the author for the review copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

About the Author

Author of romance novels such as The Tenth Girl and Privileged, Carrie Aarons writes books that are just as swoon-worthy as they are sarcastic. A former journalist, she prefers the love stories of her imagination, and the athleisure dress code, much better.

When she isn’t writing, Carrie is busy binging reality TV, having a love/hate relationship with cardio, and trying not to burn dinner. She’s a Jersey girl living in Texas with her husband, daughter, son and Great Dane/Lab rescue.

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