“Moonshot” is one of those stories that is very hard to rate. Because on the one hand the writing is amazing and it keeps you reading, but on the other the story is not so good. It is legitimate to ask how that can be.
Let me start with the good. Torre knows how to keep readers interested. She managed to have my attention through 115 chapters i.e. 413 pages. Her writing style is so good that it made me forget all the silly things that she puts in the story. The story is fast paced, full of drama, emotions, sensual love scenes, and suspense.
And now the bad and that is a story itself. The story is divided into two major parts. First when heroine Tyler Rollins is 18 and hero Chase Stern is 23. The second part happens 4 years after the first. The first part is focused on a forbidden instant love between Chase, who is magnificent baseball player and a very bad boy, and bat girl Tyler Rollins. The most unbelievable thing here is the instant change in bad boy womanizer Stern who is completely reformed after just one look at Ty. Even for me, a firm believer in a love at a first sight, this was a bit too much a bit too fast. The second part I do not recommend to romance novel readers who have issues with infidelity, because the second part is mostly about that. The problem is that all things are settled too nicely in the end. No one gets hurt and everybody gets their HEA.
So, due to all this it is so hard to rate this story, and also to recommend it. I can only say that “Moonshot” is not a waste of time if you like fast paced insta-love that involves some mystery, baseball and adultery.
Tyler Rollins and Chase Stern fall in love the moment they meet. But their love has to be a secret one and due to that it is doomed from a start. They meet again four years later, a bit wiser and a bit more mature, but still in love. Will their love survive the obstacles this time around?
Baseball wasn’t supposed to be a game of life and death…
The summer that Chase Stern entered my life, I was seventeen. The daughter of a legend, the Yankees were my family, their stadium my home, their dugout my workplace. My focus was on the game. Chase … he started out as a distraction. A distraction with sex appeal poured into every inch of his six foot frame. A distraction who played like a god and partied like a devil.
I tried to stay away. I couldn’t.
Then, the team started losing.
Women started dying.
And everything in my perfect world broke apart.