Roxy’s Recovery is the first book I’ve read by Kim Breyon; it was a really sweet introduction to her writing. It’s a quick and enjoyable read, told in first person by Vaughn, a veterinarian who rescues Roxy and her owner, Alex, from the side of the road on a rainy night.

Alex is obviously homeless and unable to pay for Roxy’s care so Vaughn offers him a place to stay and jobs to do to help pay for Roxy’s care. Vaughn never expected Alex and Roxy to help rescue him from loneliness.

This is a pretty low-angst story with a slow-burn romance. Vaughn can tell that Alex is hiding something from him but he is really slow to open up and trust Vaughn. Once he does, things begin to heat up between the two of them.

Sweet, cute and Hallmark movie worthy. The epilogue, from Roxy’s perspective, is a nice touch.

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An hour later, we pulled up into the parking lot of Riverbend Reels. I knew the moment I walked into the place that I’d want to come back. There were aisles upon aisles of high-quality but affordably priced gear, all of it aimed at the enthusiastic fisherman.“Wow,” Alex murmured, looking around.

“Yeahhhh,” I said, a little dreamily. “They sure know how to lure a guy in.”

Alex chuckled. “Careful, Doc. I might need to wipe drool off your chin.”

I smacked him in the chest and went down the first aisle, reaching out to touch a few of the nicer items on display. For the next two hours, Alex and I wandered nearly every inch of the store, and his teasing only got worse the more excited I became.

Slowly, his teasing morphed into what felt like genuine interest. He began asking me questions about the different kinds of reels and lures, and his eyes shone with excitement as he started to understand the significance of the weights listed on each package. It only made the experience that much more enjoyable for me, having someone there to share it with. And honestly, it was the most relaxed I’d seen Alex since… well, ever.

It wasn’t until I made Alex hold one of the lightweight carbon poles that something clicked into place, and he seemed to understand my appreciation. He turned it over and ran his fingers along the shaft, admiring it.

“Okay, yeah. I think I get it now. This rod feels better than the other one. I like the way it fits in my hand,” he said, noticing the grip.

I grinned, loving the way that innocent innuendo just seemed to roll off his tongue. “You like a nice rod in your hand, do you?”

Alex blushed and stammered for a change of subject. “I meant… It’s… The color is nice too.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Has anyone ever told you how cute you are when you’re flustered?”