Pitcher Dylan Dennings has his future all mapped out: make the minors straight out of high school, work his way up the farm system, and get called up to the majors by the time he’s twenty-three. The Plan has been his sole focus for years, and if making his dreams come true means instituting a strict “ no girls” policy, so be it.
Lucy Foster, needlepoint ninja, big sister to an aspiring pitcher, and chicken advocate, likes a little mayhem. So what if she gets lost taking her brother to baseball camp...at her own high school? The pitching coach, some hotshot high school player, obviously thinks she’s a hot mess. Too bad he’s cute, because he’s so not her type.
Problem is, they keep running into each other, and every interaction sparks hotter than the last. But with Dylan’s future on the line, he has to decide whether some rules are made to be broken...
Disclaimer: This book contains a crazy night of moonlit skinny-dipping, a combustible crush, and kisses swoony enough to unwind even the most Type A athlete.
Each book in the Suttonville Sentinels series is STANDALONE:
* The Bad Boy Bargain
* Swinging at Love
* The Perfectly Imperfect Match
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Dylan Dennings wiped sweat from his forehead, listening to the chain link fence at the back of the ball field bang in a stiff westerly wind. Dust kicked up from the infield as he considered his opponent. He'd need to compensate for the wind, just a little. Calculate where he wanted the ball to go.
"Dude, for God's sake, throw it already!" Tristan Murrell called, waving his bat in annoyance. "I want to wrap this up before I'm too old to kiss my girl!"
His girl. Alyssa was Tristan's, no denying that. Dylan was happy for them, but it still stung to be riding the bench when it came to a girl he'd had a major crush on. On the other hand, he probably dodged a bullet. If he wanted to make it to the minors in twelve months, he couldn't waste energy on anything else.
He had to stick to The Plan.
Dylan eyed Tristan. His hitting had improved a ton, thanks to his girlfriend's coaching, and he'd become nearly impossible to strike out. Worse, since they'd been playing together for years, Tristan knew all of Dylan's pitches.
He'd been working on splitters with his coach, and he wanted to try it on someone. Tristan would do. Dylan wound up, letting the ball settle in his left hand, then with one fluid motion, flung the ball hard with the tiniest downward flick. Hopefully the ball would drop, just a bit, right as it crossed the plate.
And drop it did. Tristan swung with all his might, and why not? He thought he was seeing a nice, fat fastball. But Tristan's bat whooshed over the ball, sending him stumbling off-balance. Awesome.
"When the hell did you learn to throw a splitter?" Tristan flashed him an astonished smile. "That's big league crap."
"I spent a few weeks with Coach Myers." Dylan shrugged. "The more I can do, the better I look to scouts."
"You're the only guy I know who'd spend the first month of summer vacation, after winning the state championship, working out a new pitch." Tristan shook his head. "You ever think you might be a little too intense for your own good? Seriously, you need some time off."
No such thing as too intense, not when your future was on the line. "I'll take time off once the Rangers or the 'Stros take a good hard look at me for their farm system. I want to be triple-A by the time I'm twenty. If I can do that, I should be called up before I'm twenty-three."
Tristan walked out to the mound, carrying his bat with him. "I get it, and making it as a pitcher is even harder, but you're missing out on the fun stuff. Come to the lake with Alyssa and me tonight."
Dylan's heart sank, just a bit. Yeah, because being a third wheel is so great. Not. "Camp starts day after tomorrow." He waved a hand at the Suttonville High baseball field. "I told Coach I'd make sure everything was set."
Tristan sighed. "It is set. We've been working on this for days. It's two weeks with a bunch of fourth and fifth graders ... there's not much else to do here. Come with us. Live a little."
"I'd be a third wheel, and you know it." Dylan gave his friend a tight smile. "Besides, my mom wants us to go out to dinner tonight 'as a family' so I can't bail."
"Doesn't that sound like fun?" Tristan turned to go, but stopped. "I really wish you'd come with."
"I'm fine, seriously. Go on." Dylan waved him off. "I'll see you at eight tomorrow. Don't forget."
Tristan disappeared through the locker room door, and Dylan let himself relax. Going out with Tristan and Alyssa wasn't bad, but Alyssa always wanted to fix him up with someone, maybe as a consolation.
"With that blond hair and blue eyes, you look like a surf board commercial," she would say. "There are two dozen girls who'd hit that. Let me introduce you. Please. There's this one girl who was in Algebra II with me last year who —"
And Dylan would always tell her no. He'd felt so out of control during the playoffs, and he couldn't afford that again. No distractions, no drama, no girls. Nothing but focus, avoiding blisters, and hard, hard work. That was what his senior year would have to look like: clean living and discipline.
He could have fun after he made the majors. Hell, by then girls would be falling into his lap at every turn. A star pitcher for the majors would have his pick.
Dylan finished tidying up the dugout, checked the foul lines for any smudged chalk, and made sure the water coolers were clean. By the time he was done, Coach had walked into the locker room, eyebrow raised. "Dennings, you should be long gone by now. Is there a problem?"
"No, sir. I'm just double checking everything and making sure it's perfect. We want these kids to stick with the sport and win you another championship, right?"
Coach grunted, but Dylan could tell he was pleased. "I appreciate it. Now go home and get some rest. Three hours a day with those kids will wear you out quicker than sprint drills."
"I hear you, sir. See you Monday."
Dylan went to the parking lot, feet dragging. It's not that he didn't want to go home — home was fine. He just felt like there was more to do here. There was always more to do. Still, protecting his arm had to be a priority, and pulling his shoulder dragging equipment around would suck. So much was riding on this clinic, though. Being able to teach and coach would prove he had what it took. So what if his fastball was ninety miles per hour?
He needed confidence.
Most pitchers had a diva complex — he'd heard that from everyone, including Tristan — but did they have soul-crushing doubt before games? Probably not. He liked to win, and he didn't like quitting, but it was so hard to power through sometimes. Teaching the little guys, showing them how to throw, seemed like a great way to prove to himself that he knew what he was doing and to stop freaking out over every minute detail.
Hopefully it worked.
And if it didn't? If it didn't ... he couldn't think about that. Not yet. He couldn't think about his parents, knowing they secretly hoped he'd go on to college. He wouldn't think about blowing it in front of scouts next season.
His breath hitched and his pulse sped up. A bead of sweat ran down his temple. Dylan started his car — a Porsche crossover handed down from his mom — and turned on the A/C. Calm down, asshole. You're fine.
But the little voice in his head kept telling him he wasn't good enough ... and he had no idea how to shut it off.
"Who made this?" The girl in the front of the shop sounded impressed. "Come look!"
"A corset? With ...what are those? Clockwork bats?" The other girl sounded less impressed. "Seriously, those are bats."
"I want it," the first girl said. "It's so ... so ... me."
The second girl laughed. "Well, that's kind of true."
As their footsteps approached, Lucy looked up from the needlepoint version of Harley Quinn's baseball bat she was doing for a customer who was really into cosplay. It was going onto a satin jacket and the work was super detailed.
The girls stood at the counter. They went to Suttonville ... probably ... but Lucy didn't know them. The petite girl holding the purple corset with the bats had an almost matching purple streak in her hair.
"Oh," Lucy said, appreciative. "That's perfect for you."
The tiny girl stood taller and her friend — a slim, blond cheerleader type — rolled her eyes. "Don't encourage her."
"Why not?" Lucy beamed at the tiny girl. "Something tells me you enjoy a little mayhem, yes?"
The tiny girl's eyes widened. "Why yes, I do."
Lucy nodded. "Thought so. Pair that corset with a black tutu and ripped tights, and you'll slay Halloween."
"I'll take it." The girl handed her a credit card.
"You didn't ask how much." Lucy frowned. The corset was a hundred and twenty-five dollars.
The tiny girl waved a hand. "No price is too much for a slayed Halloween. I'm having a party, and I want everything to be epic." She pointed at her friend. "Epic, I say."
I do like customers with money. Customers with sass and money are even better. "Your wish is my command. I always have unique pieces, in case you need something else. I'm Lucy. Just ask for me when you come in."
The tiny girl nodded toward her friend. "How about something for her?"
The cheerleader girl shot her friend an affectionate, if annoyed, glance. "Speaking of tutus, how much is the pink one, with the ballet shoes on it."
"My little sis will love it." She forked over a credit card, too. Lucy grinned. Mom would freak when she heard that Lucy had sold two pieces before noon. She did a steady trade, especially through an online specialty shop, but selling two big pieces at the store was unheard of. She charged the girls' cards, then wrapped their buys. "You two come back sometime."
"You have talent," the cheerleader said in admiration. "I've never seen embroidery like this before. Where did you learn to do it?"
"My grandma was big into needlepoint. She taught me when I was little, mostly to keep me busy and out of trouble. I added my own spin later." Lucy shrugged, hiding the pride fluttering in her chest. "It's a fun hobby."
The tiny girl shook her head. "Not hobby. Art."
"Thanks, I appreciate that." Lucy waved as they left the shop, then danced around behind the counter for a full minute. It had taken a year to convince her mom to show some of her pieces in the store. "It's for older ladies who like to quilt, hon. Your work is ... a little too avant-garde for my regulars." Now, though, people who never would've come by stopped in to look at the crazy needlepoint designs. Most of them even bought something.
Lucy went to the workroom in the back of the shop and settled into her chair. The bright lamp she used when doing detail work shown hot onto the satin jacket as she picked up her needle and continued to stitch the "d" in "Good Night". The diamond patterns had turned out great, and if she could finish the lettering by today, she could move onto the clockwork storks on the baby blanket commission she'd received yesterday, along with the other three projects still waiting.
This was going to be a busy summer.
The bell above the front door dinged, and her mom's voice floated back to the workroom. "I know it starts Monday. I didn't forget. It's just that I have that quilting seminar starting. Let's ask Lucy. I'm sure she can drive you."
"But she always gets lost!" Otis protested. "Always. She got lost taking me home from school, and she went there!"
"Hey!" Lucy called. "I haven't been at Bluebonnet for six years. Cut me some slack."
Her nine-year-old brother stepped into the doorway, scowling. "It's two blocks from home."
"I missed one turn, doofus." Lucy laughed. "But what are y'all talking about?"
Mom stopped by Lucy's worktable, nodding appreciatively at the jacket. "That's turning out nice. Not sure why a grown woman wants a cartoon baseball bat on a two-hundred-dollar jacket, but you've done well with it."
Lucy flushed. Mom's praise was a rare thing — it had to be earned. "Thanks. But where am I taking Otis?"
"Oh! He starts that half-day baseball camp at the high school on Monday. I have a new quilting class at the exact same time for the next two weeks, so I need you to drive him."
Otis let his forehead fall against the wall. "We'll get loosssst."
Lucy rolled her eyes. "I know where Suttonville High is. I've gone there for three years, remember? We won't get lost."
"Of course you won't," Mom said, trying not to laugh. "And Lucy has GPS on her phone if you're that worried."
"Doesn't matter." Otis sounded so despondent that Lucy laughed.
"You are one dramatic nine-year-old." She went back to stitching the jacket. She could totally drive to school, and the athletic fields had to be behind the main campus somewhere. "It'll be fine. I promise."
"Okay." He clomped by on his way to the tiny room Mom had set up as a playroom when Lucy was little and she'd had to bring her to work. When Otis inherited it, he'd taken out the dolls and installed a PlayStation. "We have to be there at eight-thirty to register, and the camp starts at nine. The Sentinels won state, and their best pitcher will be my coach, so we can't be late."
"I swear I'll have you there by eight-thirty." Because why wouldn't she be up at such an ungodly hour on a Monday during summer? And who would want to spend three hours hitting balls with sticks? Still, she'd do anything for Otis. He'd wrapped her around his little finger the first time she'd laid eyes on the chubby newborn at the hospital. And he knew it. "Mom, Serena and I want to go out tomorrow night."
"Where are you going? When will you be home?"
"Why always two questions at once? Why so suspicious?" Lucy grinned at her mother's pursed mouth. "Okay, okay. We're going to the lake. Serena's dad is letting us take the boat out for a few hours."
Mom's eyes narrowed. "Is that all?"
Lucy held up her hands. "What else could there be?"
"I still remember receiving a call saying you and Serena stole a dog from down the street."
Lucy scowled. "The owner was abusing the poor thing."
"And what about the time you spray painted 'Down with Fascists' on a placard outside city hall?"
At least she hadn't sprayed it on the wall ... and she'd done four hours of community service for it, too. "They're voting to stop allowing livestock inside town lines. Serena's dad is worried they won't let him keep his free-range farm!"
Mom crossed her arms. "And the time you were out until one chasing shooting stars?"
Lucy squirmed. "That was two years ago."
"Honey, I have no problem with you hanging out with Serena. Just ... try to temper the passion a little, huh?" She patted Lucy's back and went to the front to work on receipts.
Lucy flopped into her chair. Curb her passions? It wasn't enough that she was working her butt off on her needlepoint, but she'd been helping in the store and watching Otis, too. With Dad stationed overseas, she'd really reined it in to help her mom, but a girl needed a little mischief from time to time. She wasn't hurting anyone, and she never would. All her "incidents" came from a helpful place. So what if she was kind of a mess — life was messy, and she fully intended to live it.
Dylan was in the dugout, preparing the equipment, by seven-thirty Monday morning. When Tristan stumbled in at eight, looking like he needed a giant cup of coffee, he groaned. "Dylan, man, this is excessive. They're little leaguers."
"It's recruiting." He threw a couple more balls into the pitchers' box. "We're teachers. We need to be on top of stuff."
Tristan grumbled but came to help drag everything out onto the field. Water jugs were set up on tables outside the foul lines on third and first, the grass was freshly mowed, and the infield dirt was pristine. If that didn't impress the parents who shelled out three hundred bucks for this camp, Dylan didn't know what would. This would be the best camp the Sentinels ever put on — that was the mission.
The first campers started showing up for registration around eight-twenty. A few underclassmen were working the sign-in table, sending kids to Dylan if they were pitchers, and to Tristan if they were outfielders. Nate Rodriquez had the infielders. He was an upcoming junior and a wicked shortstop. They made a good set of captains.
The first kid through the gate ran straight at Tristan. "I'm Corey and you're Tristan Murrell."
"Hi, Corey." He shot Dylan an amused look over Corey's head. "You play centerfield?"
"Just like you!" The kid prattled on as Tristan directed him farther out into the field.
Nate watched, laughing. "Remember being that age and thinking the high school guys were heroes?"
Dylan nodded. "That's why I want this to be perfect. These kids don't know we're human."
"Aw, c'mon. We are human. I'm a Mexican-Irish kid who hates tamales and shepherd's pie. If that's not human, I don't know what is."
"I'd eat both of those things." Dylan watched as more cars rolled up and kids climbed out. "I don't mean act untouchable ... I meant we have to preserve the illusion. It's like at Disney World — you have to be at least sixteen to do the 'Behind the Magic' tour. They want to save the magic for the kids. They look up to us, you know?"
"Hey!" Jeremy Ledecky, their new right fielder, came jogging over. "Two campers forgot their gloves. Think Coach will care if I pull some from the equipment room?"
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Three and a half stars. Dylan Dennings has a plan. He's a high school pitcher and he aims to go to the minors and get called up to the majors by the time he’s twenty-three. He is 100% focused on that plan. He practices religiously, eats clean, gets the right amount of sleep. Oh and he's avoiding girls, especially since the girl he had his eye on is now dating his best friend. His family would prefer that he went to college and then tried out for a major league team but he is adamant. It's just that his dedication seems to be increasing his stress levels. Lucy Foster is Dylan's opposite. She's a free-spirit to his uptightness. An expert needlewoman she helps her mom out at her sewing shop and helps look after her younger brother Otis whilst their father has been called up as an Army reservist. She and her best friend Serena have a history of wild protests. When Dylan meets Lucy she is bringing Otis to baseball camp. Otis wants to be a pitcher and so, inevitably, is put in Dylan's group. From the moment he sees Lucy with her pink streaked hair and comic t-shirts, Dylan knows that they are complete opposites, but what do they say? Opposites attract. I liked this but I didn't love it the same way as I loved the first book. First, Lucy and Dylan read too young. They were supposed to be seventeen but they felt more like fifteen year olds to me. Surely no-one is that young and innocent anymore? Second, and this is a big one, I didn't buy into the description of Lucy. Everyone characterises her as unreliable, a bit scatter-brained etc but let's check the facts. She works in her mom's shop; she helps look after her younger brother, including taking him to baseball camp every day; she has her own business custom-embroidering clothing; she helps her best friend and her best friend's father with their organic, free range chicken farm; she takes her mom to hospital and then takes over running the shop when her mom gets sick. Do these seem like the actions of a flaky, unreliable teen? Third, I felt the ending was a little bit too similar to that of the first book. But none of those detracted from a sweet romance between a driven Type A athlete and a free-thinking radical. I received a free copy of this book from the publisher in return for an honest review.
Light and fun summer read This story is about the time in life when adolescents try to map out the future. Some can be fixated on the one goal and, not easily dissuaded. After all, they know best! What do the parents know? Have they ever had to make these decisions? Dylan is the pitcher of the Suttonville Sentinels baseball team, trying to work his way up the ladder. He is focused on this sole mission. No girls. No distractions. Keep fit. Eat healthy and practice. College is the last thing on his agenda. It doesn't matter if he makes it to the top. Lucy has a passion for needlepoint. Something, she learnt from a very young age and she intends to make a successful business out of it. She has already started her own venture, advertising her unique pieces, on line. In between her mother's needlework shop, her studies and her own needlework projects, she helps her best friend with her chickens. With her father being away, she has taken on the role of looking after her younger brother, Otis. She is spontaneous in her actions, some of which are a little unusual! When Lucy takes her brother to the baseball camp, he blames her for his tardiness. With good reasons! Dylan, being his coach isn't impressed and thinks that she is a little scatty, but cute. She thinks that he is cute too but, she doesn't like A type athletes! Best to be avoided. Then, they meet again when on separate outings and, in this instance cannot ignore each other. They rub each other the wrong way and then end up in an unexpected hot kiss. Right! It's time to run. Lucy is faced with a family crisis and Dylan finds himself volunteering to look after Otis. This leads to yet another encounter and there is definitely a pull there. Dylan is stubborn and is adamant about his future plans but, Lucy wants to explore what this thing between them might be. It starts off swimmingly, then something goes drastically wrong when Dylan's plan hits a brickwall. His frustration and anger are targeted towards Lucy. Is this the end or can he make amends? This is an easy to read fun story. I wasn’t overly keen on Otis' attitude but, the twist at the end is quite refreshing. Dylan is stubborn but lovable, patient and understanding. Quite the hero. Lucy is fun, caring and dedicated to what she believes in. The family dynamics are real. It's a good, light summer read for those of all ages. I was kindly issued with an eARC from the publisher via NetGalley. The views expressed are my personal opinion.
The Perfectly Imperfect Match (Suttonville Sentinels #3) by Kendra C. Highley is book three in her series about some of the Suttonville high-school baseball players finding their match. Dylan Dennings, pitcher for the Sentinels, has his whole future planned out: he is going to make it to the minors straight out of high school, move up the farm system, and be playing in the major leagues by twenty-three. All he needs to do is stick to the plan and focus without distractions especially in the form of a girl. After losing the girl he crushed on to his best-friend, Tristan, he can definitely stick to his “no girls” policy. However, the world seems to want to test his resolve by sending the pretty and gregarious Lucy Foster down his path. Lucy Foster is a needlepoint ninja who loves her family, including her little brother Otis, and has been known to get into a little bit of trouble especially for a good cause. While her father’s deployed, Lucy’s been helping out at her mother’s store and with taking care of her brother, which now includes driving him to baseball camp. With a tendency to get lost at times, Lucy ends up bringing Otis late on his first day of camp and it brings her face to face with Dylan, who couldn’t be described as anything but the polar opposite of her. Sparks fly instantly between these two characters and chemistry is definite. Throw in a baseball scout, a little brother, chickens, and future dreams on the line and Ms. Highley gives us a story that you don’t want to miss. The Perfectly Imperfect Match is a fun and romantic, and filled with just enough drama to keep the story moving along nicely. With a character-driven plot, Ms. Highley really lets you get to know the main characters of Dylan and Lucy. From the beginning I felt for Dylan who is dealing with losing the girl from the last book and the pressure of trying to make his dream of making it into the minors come true. So when he meets Lucy, who is like a breath of fresh air with her boldness and quirkiness, he begins to come alive. Lucy shakes things up and brings happy chaos to his life, while he brings order to hers. They understand each other even though they’re so different. I also enjoyed the secondary characters like Otis, Serena, and Tristan. The ending was great and I appreciated the epilogue. I love finding out more about the characters later down the road even if it’s just a few months later. Overall, Kendra C. Highley’s The Perfectly Imperfect Match is a sweet and feel good YA romance that I very much enjoyed and happily recommend. I look forward to reading the next book by this author. (I voluntarily reviewed an ARC of this book I received for free from the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for my open and honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.)
“The Perfectly Imperfect Match” is the story of Lucy and Dylan, told in alternating perspectives. Lucy is a bit of a wild child, with pink hair and an impulsive streak- although she has a lot of responsibilities at home with her military father overseas, a sick mother, younger brother she helps out with a lot, and job at her mother’s shop where she embroiders clothes and sells them. Dylan is the same age and set on going pro in baseball. He is coaching young kids for the summer of which Lucy’s brother is one. His parents are trying to convince him to delay the pros and go to college, but he has a plan- and he’s not looking to change. Dylan and Lucy hit it off pretty fast with a fight turned into a kiss. They are more alike than they realize at first glance (not so opposite afterall), and they have a cute relationship. Some of the disagreements felt a little forced and some of the will-they-won’t-they felt a little odd/like filler (e.g. they are leaning to yes and then Otis, Lucy’s brother, asks them not to and suddenly they won’t- this took up more space than it needed). There’s a lot of teenage drama and angst in this book. It’s a relatively short book as part of the Crush series, so it moves decently fast overall. My overall opinion is that it’s a cute story with a lot of teenage angst, so while not one of my favorites, it was a cute read. Please note that I received an ARC from the publisher through netgalley. All opinions are my own.
I had really enjoyed the other two books in this series, so I requested it without reading the synopsis. I was excited to see that it was Dylan's story. First off, Lucy was a lot of fun. She's hard working and smart and so sassy. Her little brother Otis stole every scene he was in. Dylan is straight laced and focused and insanely driven. It was delightful reading the two of them clash. Plot wise, it was a lot of fluff. Of course there's conflict and a hurtful exchange, but the break up doesn't last long. Plus, the grand gesture is adorable and the epilogue is perfect for the story. Overall, I'm sad that this series is over, but I look forward to seeing what Kendra writes next. **Huge thanks to Entangled Teen for providing the arc free of charge**
Suttonville Sentinels is easily becoming one of my favourite series. I love sports romance, and I love the YA/teen genre. This series offers something different in the way of male lead characters. They may be athletes, but they aren't cocky jocks. They work hard to achieve their goals. The Perfectly Imperfect Match is Dylan's story. We meet him in Swinging at Love, however, if you haven't read book 2 in the series you will still have the full enjoyment of this story. Dylan is a square. He keeps his head in the game and his eye on the plan. Some may say he's boring, but he is driven to achieving his goal. Baseball is his dream career, and he wants to give it his all. This means no distractions including girls. Lucy is a free spirit. She's happy to colour outside the lines. She loves sewing, chickens, and living for the now. She is Dylan's complete opposite. From the second they meet they clash. They don't fit together like a jigsaw. They are perfectly imperfect so why can't they stay away from each other? This is a hot and fiery relationship with some mild sexual references. This isn't a smooth sailing romance. Dylan can be a bonehead at times but he's a teen. All he has to do is work it out before he misses his chance with the girl of his dreams. 5 stars out of 5. I love Lucy's character, and she is strong enough to deal with the curveballs Dylan likes to throw. Another swoon-worthy teen read. *I received an ARC in exchange for a fair review*
Thanks to NetGalley and Entangled Publishing for the opportunity to read and review The Perfectly Imperfect Match by Kendra C. Highley! Dylan focuses on his baseball future only and Lucy is focusing on her future sewing business. While Dylan feels like he has to have his life extremely controlled, Lucy is flighty. An awkward moment pushes them to notice each other. Dylan is also the baseball little league coach for Lucy's brother, Otis. This is hopeful and unhelpful at the same time. The two of them are attracted to each other, but seem bound to grate on each other's nerves. Both teens are busy with their own lives, families and relationships and they can't decide if they should try a relationship together or not and they are both wishy-washy to each other, which gives mixed signals. Fun and frustrating describes their relationship and they have to decide what is most important in their lives. 4 stars for quirky characters and a book full of interesting supporting personalities and side stories!
Another cute addition to the Suttonville Sentinels series. Lucy and Dylan are two soon-to-be high school seniors who couldn't be more different if they tried, at least on the surface. Lucy's a free spirit. She doesn't mind a little trouble, and while she does have a plan in mind for her future and is shouldering quite a bit of responsibility, she enjoys life and lives in the moment. Dylan has his life so focused and structured, he's got his future planned out to the smallest detail. There's no room in those plans for the lively, vibrant Lucy. At least that's what he keeps trying to tell himself. While these two butt heads from the get-go, there's an instant spark of attraction as well. And it's sweet and cute, and fun, and Lucy really does get Dylan to let loose and live a little. But every time she does, and Dylan finds himself enjoying something outside of his normal, rigid, routine, he starts second guessing himself, them, and the goals he's set for his life, which ultimately causes some frustration and even a little heartache. The Perfectly Imperfect Match is really just that- a delightful little romance between two characters who, even with everything stacked against them, couldn't be more right for each other.
This is a wonderful wholesome YA read. It's a light, fun read with very little angst and some really great characters. Dylan Dennings, who had his heart crushed in a prior book, has a plan for the future. Rule 1 - no girls. Rule 2 - work hard at baseball and get his career kick started. No college plans for him. Lucy Foster has plans for the future too but dealing with right now is taking all she's got. Her father is called away on an unexpected reserve deployment leaving her with the responsibility of helping her mother out in the shop and at home. Lucy is the complete opposite of Dylan. She's fun loving, spontaneous, and free spirited. He's a planner, determined, and a rule follower. Together they balance each other out but is Dylan willing to break his number 1 rule?? Fun read that I definitely recommend.