Who doesn't love a good forced proximity trope? The premise of this story really caught my attention: two "strangers" forced to live together to determine who gets custody of twin six year old girls. Gracie is a football blogger, and Jake is a player who was very popular in the media for attempting to break a touchdown record. And to clear up any confusion, the girls are Gracie's nieces, and Jake's surprise sisters he did not know about. The catch? They need to live together with the girls for 90 days to figure out who will take custody and take over the estate left by their father. Sounds like gold!

Sadly, that's where the good ends for me in this book. I really did love the idea, but the execution was lacking. There seemed to be a lot of paragraphs that didn't say much at all, or add to the story. I'm really not sure where the relationship came into play, other than Gracie's self proclaims fascination with Jake before they met, comments on day three, yes, THREE, that she had already lost her heart to him, and then mention later on they had been sleeping together for 6 weeks. Where was all the good stuff?

I will say I enjoyed the secondary characters in this story. Tuck made me laugh, the head butting dog was well placed comedic relief, and Max seemed like great support. But even with knowing the premise of this story, I feel like we didn't get much time or personality from the twins. They were more so just there.

In terms of writing style, this was a struggle. I don't like third person POV the best of times, and if I knew that going into this book I would have been less likely to give it a go. But even beyond that, some of the word choice, sentences, or adjectives ranged from strange to downright problematic. "Her nipples pouted" - on page 4. Using the term "hoochie baby body" for Jake to describe Gracie. The slut shaming, I'm not a fan. And the worst in my opinion, was this:

“You mean, have I been to the Middle East?”
He nodded.
“No. Have you?”
“Nope. The Marauders’ front office is filled with a bunch of tight asses. They insisted on including a safety clause in my contract. No base-jumping ski trips. No mountain climbing. Not even hang gliding, and no traveling anywhere I might say something that could get my head chopped off.”

Someone please tell me how this managed to get past proof reads, an editor, possible betas, and a publisher?