Tabs’ review of The Pilot and the Puck-Up by Pippa Grant
Contemporary Romance published by Pippa Grant 16 Feb 18
Pippa Grants writes wacky romantic comedies and it’s a style you either like or you don’t. It’s over the top and insane and I find it fun as hell. Want a book with a hero who bench presses an exercise machine for funsies? Pippa Grant has got your back. In this one, mammoth hockey player Zeus Berger finds his match in a woman who continually bests him at every turn.
Joey “Fireball” Mercer is a bonafide badass. She co-owns a zero-G aviation company with her best friend and business partner. When she needs to pinch hit for her partner and is sent to a charity event to schmooze potential investors, she knows it’ll only end in disaster. She’s blunt, she’s uncouth, and she has an extremely low tolerance for bullshit. Most men run screaming from her in terror and it’s how she prefers it, really. At least, that’s what she tells herself. What happens when she meets a man who doesn’t find her intimidating and relishes her bad attitude?
I’ve enjoyed all of Pippa Grant’s books, but this one strikes a special place in my heart. Zeus and Joey are both used to being outsiders. No one they meet is really interested in them as actual people, only in what they can do for them. But they fit together. They both have soft, gooey hearts that they have to keep hidden for protection.
His heart’s just as big as the rest of him. He’s loud. He’s outrageous. He’s everything the world expects him to be. Until someone smaller and weaker needs him to be something else. Walls. Down. I want to hug him. And I never want to hug anyone.
This book is over the top and ridiculous, but it also has heart. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Grade: A
Summary:
He’s the biggest, baddest, most spider-fearing motherpucker on the ice…
When you’re named after the king of the gods, the world expects certain things of you.
Tough? Damn right.
Smart? Don’t let the hockey uniform fool you.
Large and in charge? Honey, I’m the biggest, baddest, mother pucking-est machine to ever own the ice. I shoot. I score. In and out of the rink. I don’t come early, but I come often, if you know what I mean. And I always leave the ladies wanting more.
Until that chick last night.
I’m no one-thrust wonder, and you’re damn right I’m going to prove to her I can do better. But every time I think I’m finally on my way back into her pants, she one-ups and out-balls me.
I should cut my losses, lick my wounds, and walk away.
But Zeus Berger doesn’t walk away from anything.
Especially when she’s the only woman in the world who might be able to handle me.
The Pilot and the Puck-Up is a standalone romantic comedy featuring a hockey player whose ego is the only thing bigger than his shoe size, the most badass woman to ever fly a plane, rubber chockey (don’t ask), and no cheating or cliffhangers.
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