A review by sharonleavy
The Day We Met, by Barbara Bretton


This was free on Kindle via one of the Bookbub deals a few months ago - I picked it up so that I'd have something for a day when I needed something fluffy, light and easy to read.

This was written in the late 1990s, which explains why some of the references to celebrities and technology are so dated (Stephanie Beacham, Sharon Stone, Cindy Crawford, Payphones, Portable CD Player, Answering Machine). It's about a 35 year old single mother who heads off to Atlantic City for a weekend on her own after her sisters decide she needs a little fun in her life again.

My immediate thought was - why wouldn't they go with her? - (maybe because they're horrible) -
but anyway, Maggy heads off alone and meets Conor, a 39 year old cop who is still grieving the loss of his work partner. Maggy and Conor have an instant attraction and spend a hot, steamy weekend together, but then reality hits - what happens when you take away the romantic, exciting setting and go back to a world of stroppy teenage children and difficult family members?

This was one of those books I needed to switch off my sarcasm gene for, because I felt myself starting to make fun of it (people really do not like when I do that, seriously, I've had messages). I had to remind myself why I chose it - for light, romantic, escape. And that's what it was - it was actually a lot better than some in the same genre, particulary when it came to the sex scenes - they weren't overly graphic, and while there were off-putting words like "mound" and "juices" and a knicker-sucking scene that made me gag, I was delighted when Maggy had *gasp* - a full bush!! I also appreciated the emphasis on making things "enjoyable" for Maggy, and less about Conor's shaft/shard/length/fullness/manhood etc.

The story had a little depth to it and I enjoyed the other events going on, there were a few different stories to follow and I liked the contrast between the different storylines. That cover, though - actually, all versions of the covers are horrible.

It's sweet, it's cheesy, it's the perfect switch-off book.