I bought Katie Porter’s Messy some time ago when I saw folks on Twitter talking about it. I read it in those dark days of late December when I was stressing about all the end of year stuff, my inner perfectionist was yelling at me about the sorry state of my baked goods, and I was missing my dad and the relationship I wish we had. Why am I bringing up my dad in a review of an erotic romance? Because a central element of […]