Every now and again, a reader gets a little gift. Perhaps we find a book we loved and thought we’d lost, or, in this case, buys a book on a whim only to find it’s an absolute delight. Gift certificate in hand, this reviewer recently stocked up on romances and one of the titles in the pile was The Fling. Well, thank goodness. My guardian book fairy was watching over me.
From the very beginning this story is guaranteed to delight you and charm your socks off. The characters become real within seconds, from Patti, sobbing in her wedding gown as her louse of a fiancé stands her up, to her cousin Kate, nobly stepping up and whisking Patti off on a surprise vacation, and on to Cherry Jubilee (yeah, great name), ex-Las Vegas singer, who’s on the Hawaii-bound plane. These three girls bond, in a way peculiar to dumped women everywhere, and their vacation in Paradise becomes a healing period for all of them.
Of course, Jack McKenna helps. None of them realize who he really is, and when he knocks Kate off her feet, almost literally, the damage is done. One look and these two topple headlong into major lust with each other, followed by the pains and pangs of love. They are passionate, funny, argumentative, loving, and scared to death, and the progress of their affair is watched over with amusement and trepidation by the other two girls and Jack’s benevolent father, James McKenna. Oh and the sex? Off the charts!!! These two can sizzle whether on a moonlight beach, under a table covered in chocolate chips, or in a bathtub built for fourteen!
I laughed, I sighed, I spent almost all afternoon devouring this tale, it was a wonderful escape to the tropical lushness of Maui, and the fabulous fantasy of falling for a millionaire in a paradise of luxury. Romances don’t come any better than this. Grab your pina colada and your pareo - The Fling will take care of the rest of your trip.