Only Work, No Play by Cora Reilly

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


First and foremost…let it be known that Cora Reilly is a goddess and should be treated as such.

Now that’s been established we can move on to the book review portion of my comments…

HOLY FOXING HECK! I am 100% in love with Xavier. The story was fantastic, the plot moved at the right pace…blah, blah, blah. Let me tell you ladies you NEED to read this book just to get yourself a piece of Xavier. MAN.FUCKING.CANDY!!!! Close your eyes and imagine a perfectly chiseled rugby player WITH AN AUSTRALIAN ACCENT, who is an absolute sweetheart that respects women and children. I love this book but am devastated that this character doesn’t exist in real life.

Moving on, I should mention Evie- assistant to Xavier and love interest in the story. She’s got self worth issues stemming from her rather curvy physique. Truth time…I’ve never struggled with obesity so perhaps her obsession with her weight is something I can’t wrap my head around. For me, her constant mention of her weight was annoying. SHE was the person that continually brought it up in conversation… not anyone else. Xavier worshiped her and she still hid behind blankets and made a fuss. Celebrate your body, girlfriend! You have a sexy rugby player…flaunt yourself and have fun!

Lastly, I wouldn’t feel like this was an honest review unless I admitted that on 2 separate occasions I exited the book to confirm who was the author. I did this because the writing style and themes were eerily reminiscent of Claire Contreras’ work. For example this reminded me of The Player and also Mariana Zapata‘s The Wall of Winnipeg and Me. I loved both of those books (and the authors) so this isn’t an insult.



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