Alright pals, gather ’round, it’s officially time for my review of the cutest damn book, All Twerk No Play, because that’s exactly what I just devoured. MASSIVE love to BookedWithTheEmilys and Bailey Seaborn for the early read and the absolutely adorable physical copy. Y’all really out here loving on me like that just melted me.
ONTO THE REVIEW:
I AM UNWELL. In the best way.
So, this is book two in the series, and technically, you could read it without diving into Peppermint Bark, No Bite first… but like, why would you rob yourself of that joy? (Full review for book one is living its best life here if you need convincing. It is a little older of a review, so not quite as rounded out as they are now, but you’ll get it.)
Now let’s talk about Victoria. Real talk? I wasn’t sure I needed her story. I was ride or die for the characters in book one and fully prepared to gatekeep my emotions. BUT SURPRISE, I was tragically mistaken because this book WRECKED ME. I inhaled it. I frolicked through it. I am feral.
All Twerk, No Play? Five glittery stars. I am head over heels for Victoria and Cruz. I will not spoil it. I *refuse* to spoil it. But just know my heart did somersaults, exploded, reassembled, and did it all over again. I read for the vibes and the vibes delivered. Spicy, cozy, swoony chaos? Inject it.
And listen, I only have one teensy note: more twerking. I said it. Let’s not pretend we didn’t all hope for it. 👀
Here’s what you’re in for:
🎹 A powerhouse lawyer + cinnamon roll freelancer
🎹 Black cat energy meets heart-eyes overload
🎹 He falls first (!!!)
🎹 Forced proximity (screaming)
🎹 New York, city and upstate
(fun fact, I lived right outside of Saratoga as a child!)
🎹 Spicy in the exact right way
🎹 Content warnings? Yes, read them 💖