After a toga party with far too many Jell-O shooters (gleefully procured by older sister Kasey, who turns out to be a terrible chaperone), perfectionist Livie has acquired her first kiss, first hangover and first tattoo, not to mention a lust compass aimed at Ashton Henley, the hunky captain of the crew team.
Tucker (Ten Tiny Breaths, 2013, etc.) continues the Cleary sisters’ saga, following younger sister Livie. Dr. Stayner again appears as the kind, eccentric therapist, helping Livie break through the protective barriers she’s erected since her parents’ deaths. Each Saturday at 10 a.m., he calls her, coaxing her to admit more and more of her own hang-ups and setting her an unconventional task—shoot tequila, go speed-dating, practice prolific swearing. Finally enrolled at Princeton, Livie is ready to fulfill the life plan she set at age 9: keep her promise to her daddy by becoming a mature, responsible doctor. A notorious cad, Ashton is most definitely not part of her plan. He may get Livie’s hormones pumping, but his best friend, Connor, a sedate pre-law student, is a much better prospect. With his Dublin accent and charming manner, Connor is everything Livie’s dreamed of. But it's Ashton who comforts her when her grades plummet, Ashton who drives her to New York to work with terminally ill children, and it’s Ashton she can’t ignore. Covered with tattoos masking disturbing scars, Ashton has his own secrets that keep him doubting whether he can be the man Livie truly deserves. More fairy godfather (or deus ex machina) than doctor, Stayner orchestrates several coincidences that help unite the star-crossed lovers.
Likable characters, steamy liaisons and surprising plot twists add up to a satisfying romance. Readers will be eager for the next installment.