Lola by Giulia Lagomarsino
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
The following ratings are out of 5:
World building: 🌎🌏🌍🌎
Character development: 😟😣🙃🙂
The heroine: Lola Pruitt (a.k.a. Brave) – Lola is one of the few women that work for Reed Security on one of the Teams. She is out in the field with the guys and every bit as tough as them. Though she has demons. She was once nearly scalped by a serial killer and to this day she has nightmares about that.
The Hero(es): Ryan Jackson – Ryan has his own demons. His wife of one year died suddenly and he has been having trouble going on without her. He is raising her son and he frequently has flashbacks to when she was alive. It has been five years and he still hasn’t gotten over it.
The Story: Both Ryan and Lola use sex to get out of their own heads for a while. They see each other at a bar one night and each of them sees something they recognize in each other. They need each other and it is steamy right from the start.
I really liked Ryan even though it seemed a bit weird to me that he basically has PTSD from losing his wife in a car accident when he wasn’t even in the accident with her. Though he did see the pictures and her body in the morgue. He has both nightmares and flashbacks that are debilitating nearly as bad as Lola’s were and she was cut across the forehead by a serial killer who made her watch it in a mirror.
I liked these two people getting over their issues together and helping each other. I generally dislike stories where the Hero has a dead wife that he thought was “the one”, and I am not too fond of the “overcoming adversity” theme in books, because it seems like characters dwell in their issues for far too long. That happened here a bit, but I really liked these two and their relationship.
“Yes, this is me. Crazy Lola,” I said, waving my arms around in the air. “The once rational and stable woman that treated men as terribly as they treated women is now crying over a man. That’s what you guys do to us. You stick your magical dicks in us and turn us into batshit crazy women that cry over stupid shit. Look at me,” I shouted.
I voluntarily read & reviewed an advanced copy of this book. All thoughts & opinions are my own.