Sarina Bowen’s Superfan (Brooklyn #3) was a really refreshing and fun read, and my goodness, these Brooklyn Bruisers are such heart stealing hockey players!
Sometimes lady luck shakes your hand, and sometimes she smacks your face. Sometimes she does both on the same day.
Three years ago I met the most amazing woman. We were both down on our luck. Then I got that call—the one that tells you to get your buns on a plane to go meet your destiny.
But the girl was left behind. I didn’t have her phone number, and she didn’t know my real name.
While I became a professional hockey player, she became a superstar, with platinum records and legions of fans. And a slick, music producer boyfriend who treated her badly.
But fate wasn’t done with us yet. When Delilah turns up at a hockey game, I can’t resist making contact. The internet swoons when I ask her out on a date.
She might not remember me. But her jerkface ex does. He’ll do anything to keep us apart.
Good thing athletes never give up. This time I’m playing for keeps.
My goodness, these Brooklyn Bruisers are such heart stealing hockey players! I’ve seriously fallen a little bit in love with each of them, and I’m delighted to find that the team’s goalie is no exception in this Brooklyn Series. Sarina Bowen’s Superfan was a really refreshing and fun read, and I just adored Silas and Delilah’s super sweet romance!
Delilah’s character was deep and emotional in the way I would imagine a musician to be, and I really felt for her challenges with being famous and remaining true to herself. She was also quite cynical in her views of the world, and although I couldn’t really blame her, I was really happy that she found someone like Silas to help her open up!
I don’t think that the Bruisers goalie could have been any sweeter! Surprisingly, Silas’s character was such a softy, and maybe even a tad too much for me? Regardless, the man was completely smitten with Delilah, and his letters to her were so swoon-worthy. Delilah was the salty to Silas’s sweet and together they just made for a perfect oh-so-passionate pair!
‘Am I just another idiot superfan who thinks he knows what’s happening in her mind? Am I like my grandma who used to talk back to Pat Sajak while she watched Wheel of Fortune?’
Bowen is just the best at incorporating wit and humor into her stories, which makes them feel so relatable. Although it was an emotional story, it felt light-hearted, and I loved the combined sports and rockstar romances together. Bowens’s secondary characters with the Brooklyn Bruisers boys and their leading ladies from the previous stories were a delight to see again as well. I also really enjoyed the fire of Delilah’s talent manager, Charla, as well as the encouragement and enthusiasm of Delilah’s assistant, Becky and loved her ‘daily Sparkle’!
All the books in the Brooklyn Bruisers Series can be read as standalones, and if you haven’t picked them up yet, YOU MUST! I assure you once that once you get started, you’ll definitely want to meet the whole team!
ARC kindly provided by the author in exchange for an honest review.
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“Would you like a beer?” the cute bartender asks me.
I glance at the pile of mint leaves on his cutting board and hesitate. “Sure,” I say. But the mint looks so fresh and pretty.
“I could make you something different.”
“Beer is great. A cold…”
“—lager,” he finishes. “No glass, no opener.”
When I look up to flash him a smile, my heart does a little somersault. Those kind eyes are smiling at me, too. “Thank you,” I whisper.
“It’s really no problem.” He turns toward the beer cooler. “You’re an easy customer, trust me.”
But I really meant—thank you for remembering. As he leans down to grab a bottle for me, I find myself admiring the strong muscles in his back. Stop it, I admonish myself. It only gets worse when he turns around and places the bottle in front of me. I’ve never seen hands like his. I didn’t even know wrists could look muscular.
Even so. Ogling him is not why I came here. I pull out my keychain opener and remove the cap from my beer.
He discards it, gives me another pleasant smile and then picks up his paring knife again.
I take a sip, wondering when he’s going to mention my show at the Coconut Club. He was there. I saw him.
He separates some mint leaves from their stems and says nothing.
I last about seventeen seconds. “Well?”
“Well?” He looks up. “Sorry?”
“Jesus lord.” I close my eyes and then open them again. This is not going how I’d hoped it would. “What did you think?”
“Of…?” His amazing eyes are studying me.
“Forget I asked.” I take a swig of beer.
“Think about what?” He pushes the cutting board aside, and his smile turns knowing.
“My set at the Coconut Club! I saw you holding up that wall in the back. Don’t lie.”
He tips his head back and lets out a sudden laugh. “I’m so busted. I loved your show, but I didn’t expect you to spot me.”
“You loved it so much you weren’t going to say anything?” The sentence sounds crazy to my own ears. I put down the beer. “You know what? Never mind. I’m just being psycho right now. This town is getting into my head.”
“Listen, girly.” He braces both (muscular!) hands on the bar and looks me right in the eye. “I loved it so much that I don’t even know what to say about it. From that moment at the beginning—when you shut that asshole’s maw? To the part where you made a lady cry.” He shakes his head. “I couldn’t look away. And I never wanted it to end.”
I give him a slow blink, just trying to take that in. It’s so much more than I was even hoping to hear.
“Shit, Delilah. If that set doesn’t win you whatever contract you’re looking for, they don’t even deserve you.”
Something warm and unfamiliar settles into the center of my belly. “That might be the nicest thing anyone ever said to me. Which only means you’re still trying to get my phone number.”
He laughs immediately. “Can’t both things be true? Both my musical assessment and my interest in your evening plans?”
“Because you know so much about music.” I flip my hair and take another sip of beer.
“Look. I don’t know shit about music. But I know plenty about talent.” He leans down on a set of forearms I shouldn’t be noticing. “I know that talent sometimes takes a nap at just the wrong moment, but it never stays asleep for long. I also know that luck matters, too. If they don’t give you what you want, it won’t be your fucking fault.”
“Thank you,” I say quietly.
But he’s not done. “I saw something else valuable the other night. You’re good in the clinch. And that counts for double, I swear to God.”
“The clinch?”
“Yeah. You’re not just good at practice.” He pauses, wrinkling up his interesting nose. “What word would a musician use? Okay—you’re not a rehearsal musician. That stage was like your home. Either that or you fake it really well. That’s going to pay your rent someday, I promise.”
“Wow.” It’s like he looked right into my terrified little soul and found the very thing I needed to hear. Those beautiful eyes of his are practically burning me right now, so I have to look away. “Thank you. Really. I really needed that pep talk.”
I make the mistake of looking up at him again, and, for a split second, I see pure yearning. It’s like our souls vibrate at exactly the same frequency. And I have no idea what to do with that.
Sarina Bowen is the USA Today bestselling author of many things, including: the True North Series, Him/Us and the WAGs Series with Elle Kennedy, The Ivy Years Series and the Brooklyn Bruisers. And more!
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Your review makes my heart happy. I loved this book — just like I love all of Sarina’s book. This is definitely a series not to miss out on. Great review!
Thank you lovely! She’s such a great writer, and I just seem to enjoy everything she writes. They’re all ‘feel good’ stories but so different!