on March 25, 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Love & Romance
Arrive to work at 7:58 A.M. sharp. Check. Count forty-seven steps to cubicle. Check. Arrange pens in their red-blue-black-green-purple order of importance. Check. Apply hand sanitizer before opening email. Double check.And that’s just the first few minutes of her work day.Thirty-one-year-old proofreader Bailey Mitchell is a slave to her tics. She inherited Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder from her father, and it’s done nothing but inhibit her love life. She’s run the gamut of boyfriends—none of them willing or able to cope with her condition.Enter 32-year-old Reece Powell, her new coworker at Beach Elite Marketing Firm. He’s more than willing to cope. He finds her habits cute and quirky . . . for now. Reece wins her over, and life coasts along for them until Bailey experiences a devastating blow. Tragedy exacerbates her OCD, and Reece realizes her tics aren’t so cute and quirky anymore. Just like all the others, he has the choice to leave.But Reece isn't like all the others.
There is only one author I have a serious author-crush on, and it’s S. Walden. Her books are absolute perfection. Going Under is one of my all-time favorite books, I think I gifted it to every single one of my girlfriends and demanded they read it immediately. So, you can imagine my elation when I got my ARC for this blog tour. I had read that S. Walden was writing a totally different book so I was a little nervous at first. In all honesty, LoveLines is the best book I’ve read this year. I don’t want to give anything away so my review is going to be very light.
Bailey suffers from OCD inherited by her father. I know it sounds funny, but it’s very difficult and debilitating mental disorder. Yes, she needs her pens in a certain order, she needs to make sure she walks into the office at 7:58 am every morning and walks that certain amount of steps to her desk.
“If I have to have a mental disorder, couldn’t I have gotten one that people actually take seriously?”
Her disorder has affected her dating life and pretty much is at a standstill until she meets Reece at work. Of course, their office has a no-fraternizing policy so once they start dating, they need to keep it on the down low. Can I say I love these two together? OyMG, their first date/meet-cute gave me heart flutters, it was just too damn cute.
“I’ll hurry. Especially since I plan to kiss you when I get back.”
Throughout the book, you see the complete transformation Bailey goes through. It’s like Reece’s love heals her better than any other sort of therapy. Well, I would definitely sign up for Reece’s sort of therapy any time if you get my drift. It isn’t until Bailey is dealt a significant blow that has her tics resurfacing and threatens her relationship with Reece.
Can I tell you how much I loved the writing in this book? I loved the dialogue between Bailey and her best bud Erica. You can actually feel their relationship, and know that they would do anything for each other. I mean, half the time I was cracking up from their conversations. Oh…then there is Reece. Jeez…if there was any guy more perfect I wouldn’t know what to do. He has seriously knocked many of men off my top Book Boyfriend List. I was swooning, lusting, or wanting to hate Bailey for getting the most amazing man ever. Yes, I am totally jellie of a fictional character, and no, I’m not super crazy. At first I thought he was going to be a one-dimensional character but once his life story is revealed you just want to love on him more. Oh…and the mouth on him, wow, just wow. Lastly, I loved Bailey. She was flawed but knew it. She gave no apologies for who she was and embraced it. She was hysterical, a great friend, and was all-around awesome.
“I want you to adopt me again,” he said. “And this time, you’re not allowed to let me go.”
This book is a freaking must read. I am so excited to read the next book in this series. There is no cliffhanger and the next book is about another couple. Thank you Ms. Walden for making me love you even more as an author.
Reece paid attention. He watched her for an entire week, arriving to work at exactly 7:58 every morning. Eating lunch at noon on the dot. He found excuses to visit her cubicle just to see if her pens would be in the same order in which she lined them up the first time he met her. Without fail, they lay on her desk in their red-blue-black-green-purple order of importance.
Another week passed, and he thought they were actually becoming friends. He didn’t need excuses to visit her anymore. It became habitual to stop by and ask about her weekend, see if she wanted a soda from the vending machine, find out where her favorite restaurants were. After all, he was still new to Wilmington, and there was a lot to discover. And he wanted to discover it with her.
“I’m in love with a coworker,” Reece confessed to his friend, Camden, on trivia night at a local bar.
“Not wise,” Camden replied, and chugged his beer.
“And I’m pretty sure she’s OCD,” Reece went on.
Camden stared at his friend. “Dude. No.”
“I find it uncomfortably sexy,” Reece admitted.
“That you like a coworker or that she’s OCD?”
“The second one. There’s something strangely erotic about it. What the hell is wrong with me?” Reece shoved a cheese fry in his mouth.
“Look Reece, I’m your best friend. And as your best friend, it’s my job to give it to you straight. So here’s the deal: Don’t even think about going there. Do you have any idea what those people are like? I mean, what? Is she your age?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Okay. So she’s maybe thirty, thirty-one. And single.” He paused for effect. “For a reason.” He shot Reece a “Hello? Don’t be a moron” look.
“But I’m single, too.”
“By choice, man.”
Reece grunted. “That’s debatable.”
“People with OCD are not single by choice. They’re single because no one can deal with their bullshit.”
“But I like her bullshit,” Reece argued, then shook his head. “I mean, the way she acts. It’s not bullshit. It’s cute.”
“You’re seeing it from a distance. Imagine dating it. Living with it. Fucking it. Totally different ballgame.”
They listened for the answers to Round 3. Camden slammed his hand on the table.
“I knew it was iambic pentameter! Why do I listen to you?” he grumbled.
“Have you ever dated someone with OCD?” Reece asked, ignoring the question.
“Never. Because I’m not crazy.” Camden grabbed the plate of cheese fries and pulled it across the table. “No more cheese fries for you. If my calculations are correct, you just cost us the lead, you dumb fuck.”
Reece rolled his eyes. “Then how do you know if they’re difficult or not?”
“Go read up on the disorder,” Camden said.
“Disorder,” Reece echoed with an eye roll.
“It is a disorder. It’s a mental disorder. And it’s fucking crazy. I knew a guy in high school with OCD. He had this weird ass compulsion or ritual or whatever you wanna call it where he had to tap all the desks three times before the start of each class. He told me once that he felt like he’d die if he couldn’t do it. Literally die. Not like how we say, ‘Oh God, I’ll die if I can’t have sex tonight.’ He meant for real. That’s how fucking crazy they are.”