Cinnamon roll heroes and heroines; you like them, right? If so, brace yourself for an absolute cinnamon fest of squishy wonderful awesomeness.
Austin's a cop. One of the good ones, obviously, in that super hot Captain America Eagle Scout total sweetheart who not only has a heart of gold but is modest to boot sort of way. He's proof that a hero doesn't need to be sarcastic or cynical or over the top alpha to be straight out dreamy. Not that he's stomp-over-you sweet either. When he needs to stand up for what's right and do what's needed, he gets the job done, whether it be putting criminals behind bars or taking a stand against homophobia in his friends.
And Bree is just a sweetheart. I loved how well she and Austin fit together. They're both fixers, each in their own way, although Bree's chosen field is that of hospitality rather than law enforcement. She's so good at what she does that I have to admit to having secret dreams of them being Lady Mayor and Sheriff of the town while solving everyone's problems with either good food, wine, or discreet matchmaking. I had a brief moment of thinking that the dread dark secret she had in her past was a bit gushy-sweet as well, but it's honestly completely in character for her and I love her the more for it.
"Sergeant Sexypants" was a fun, sweet, fantastic read and I can't wait to see the next book in the series. The best part of this is that I love everyone mentioned and want to see more of their lives. Bree's got a lot of brothers and so I look forward to seeing all of them get their HEA.
Bree Bracelyn doesn’t date cops. It’s a personal rule that quavers when Austin Dugan flashes his baby blues—and his badge—at Ponderosa Resort’s grand opening. Bree’s the family fixer, running the resort’s PR and her siblings’ lives with cheerful efficiency. But one thing in Bree’s past can’t ever be fixed, which is why she’s staying the hell away from Officer Hottie.
Austin’s heart tacks up a wanted poster with Bree’s name the instant he lays eyes on her. Okay, the no-cops rule is an obstacle, but not impossible for a guy ambitious enough to be a shoe-in as the next police chief. Besides, he knows Bree’s into him, whether they’re flirting over weird flatware or getting frisky in the front seat of his vintage Volvo.
As Bree and Austin bond over cupcakes and hot springs hookups, Bree knows it’s a matter of time before the skeletons in her closet topple into a messy heap on Austin’s squeaky-clean life. Is there hope for a happy ending, or will their love end up DOA?