*I received a free copy of [title] from [publisher] via Edelweiss. This has in no way influenced my voluntary review, which is honest and unbiased *The Good Luck Sister is yet another feel-good romance from Shalvis! I really enjoyed getting to know Tilly and Dylan better!
Story:
The Good Luck Sister is short, but sweet. It's set several years after Lost and Found Sisters, and it shows Tilly all grown up. But still confused about life. And still sharing her wisdom at the beginning of the chapters.
I loved that while Tilly was now an adult, there were traits of her character she still had from her teens. She is not one to forgive easily, and if she feels like she's been faulted, she's stoic. The Good Luck Sister showed that she is capable of letting the past go, though. But not without the other person having to work for it.
Dylan has totally carved out a new life for himself. Starting a charter helicopter company with some of his army buddies, and trying to be better made my heart sing for him. The Good Luck Sister also included some snippets from the main characters' past, so even if you haven't read the first full book, you'd definitely enjoy this one!
Tilly's little dog, Leo, was also a full character in the story, and I just loved how Shalvis managed to share a dog with such a big personality with me.
Of course, I'm such a sucker for second-chance romances, and The Good Luck Sister gave me this in such a beautiful way. Young love can be slightly blind. Or it can make people do what they think is noble. And that's what Dylan did - until the day he walked back into Tilly's life with flair.
Feels :
All the good feels here! I read The Good Luck Sister a while ago, and just thinking of it now, writing my review makes me feel all happy again.
He was a destructo of the highest magnitude, and something else too. He had no idea how small he was. He went after her sister Quinn's twenty-pound cat and her neighbor's hundred pound black lab with the same fierce, fearless gusto. Turned out, the little guy had a bad case of small-man syndrome, which was how he'd earned his name. Leo, short for Napoleon.
She did not expect him to begin stripping out of his clothes. He kicked off his athletic shoes first, then his socks, which hit the floor with a soggy 'smack'. He pulled off his windbreaker, which had been suctioned to his chest and back and made a very wet pop as he freed himself of it, like the nylon didn't want to let go of hi. She kinda knew how it felt.