Title: Color Me In (Last Chance #2)
Author: Riley Hart
Publisher: Self published
Release Date: January 28, 2018
Genre(s): Contemporary Romance
Page Count: 240 pages
Reviewed by: Lili
Heat Level: 3 flames out of 5
Rating: 3 stars out of 5
Caleb White has been a lot of places and made a lot of decisions he isn’t proud of. He’s ready to settle down and figure out who he really is. Where better to do that than Last Chance, the home he was ripped away from at sixteen? A fresh start is in order, but he has no idea how to do that when he’s not even sure what he wants in the first place.
Ryan Daily is a pro at hiding his insecurities. He’s never fit in and has spent most of his life knowing there’s something missing. Just when he thought he’d found it, his whole world fell apart and he lost everything.
Then comes a sleepless night in a twenty-four-hour café, where Caleb and Ryan forge a connection full of laughs, junk food, and whispered secrets. In the middle of their budding friendship, desire blooms unexpectedly. Ryan has kept his heart protected after having it shattered, and Caleb—no stranger to attraction—finds that what he has with Ryan is on a whole new level from anything he’s experienced before. In a world of black and white, they bring each other color.
But life is never simple. When the past comes knocking, Ryan and Caleb will have to reach through the darkness to find the light they see in each other…or risk slipping into the shadows for good.
I’m sure I will be the minority here. While I liked Color Me In by Riley Hart, I didn’t love it. It was slow to start; it took until after 40% for it to pick up for me. I’m not sure why- it has all the components that I love: friends to lovers, hurt/comfort/healing, second chances, and a slow burn, but I couldn’t connect- I tried.
Let’s focus on some highlights:
-Slow burn romance. They don’t just jump into bed even though off the bat there’s a connection between them.
-The friendships between all the guys were beautiful.
-And the end is a sweet HEA.
As I said, everything is there; I can’t put my finger on where the disconnect is. I guess sometimes we just don’t gel with certain stories. This one’s going to be filed under “It’s me, not the book.”