Review
Helena Hunting does it again with If You Claim Me. With each new installment in the Toronto Terror series, she raises the bar and delivers on character growth, heartfelt moments, and plenty of laughs.
I want to be best friends with Dred. I want to give Connor a hug. I adore the friendship between Dred and Flip and the love Connor has for his Meems. And what a spitfire his Meems is! Readers who have been following along with the series have only gotten glimpses into these characters. But this book gives us the deeper insights we have all been waiting for.
We all know what to expect with the romance tropes, and Helena makes their love story feel natural. Connor had plenty of growing to do and Dred was the catalyst he needed to learn to love himself. And of course, their spicy scenes together were worth the slow burn.
There might be some trigger warnings like child abandonment, foster system, poverty, infidelity, and child neglect. Also, due to Dred’s sexual kinks, there was a scene or two that approached nonconsensual voyeurism (the lovebirds have naughty times where others unwittingly hear or see them). I’m not one to kink shame but I want to be sensitive to that if it’s a trigger for others. While I know this occurred in previous books in the series, the context in If You Claim Me is important when making the distinction.
That being said, I devoured this book in less than 48 hours and absolutely cannot wait for the next one. Readers and fans of Helena will not be disappointed.
If You Claim Me is available November 6.
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Hockey’s most hated player just asked me to marry him.
Connor Grace is the league’s bad boy–and my best friend’s worst enemy.
He’s the fallen prince of a famous hotel chain dynasty.
Me? I’m the foster kid who grew up to be a librarian.
I never thought I’d end up in a marriage of convenience to make someone’s grandma happy, but here we are.
I have no plans to kiss my husband for any reason other than show.
I have no plans to fall in love with the arrogant man dressed in a custom suit hiding intricate tattoos.
But when we’re alone, he drops the mask he wears for the rest of the world.
He holds me like he means it when he says I’m his.
And I want to believe him.
Too bad I learned early on that fairytales aren’t real, and nothing good lasts forever.
A standalone marriage of convenience hockey romance.
