Title: The Deilivery
Author: Mara White
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Length: 300 pages
Rating: 3.5 stars
Lana Finch is a twenty-five-year-old social worker. She believes wholeheartedly in saving the world—one broken kid at a time. Lana is headstrong, she’s righteous and she’ll let nothing stand in her way. Except for maybe her entire family that’s financially dependent on her.
Enter Mozey Cruz, the eighteen-year-old juvenile delinquent assigned to her charge. He’s an illusive artist, he’s misunderstood, and he’s a natural born troublemaker.
Their love is illegal, much like Mozey’s undocumented status in the States. So Lana lets him go even though it might be the worst mistake she’ll ever make.
But destiny has a way of catching up with us even when we run from it.
But first, Lana has to find him before she can deliver him.
I want to start off my review saying that I adore Mara White, I read her Heights Series last year and was totally hooked on her writing style. Unfortunately, I could not connect with this book. There isn’t much dialogue with the characters, it is more of a storytelling from Lana Flinch’s point of view. There is only one chapter of Mozey’s POV, and I wish there was more, maybe I could have connected more with the book.
Lana is a social worker helping delinquents getting jobs and making sure they are doing their community service work. At Pathways, she meets the graffiti artist Moises De La Cruz. He’s eighteen, but had a body of a 20 something year old. Lana is immediately taken with Mozey from the very beginning, but she will not put her job on the line just because her libido says so. Moizey is super intelligent that’s for sure. He too is very taken with Lana. He goes above and beyond to impress Lana. Lana is very wishy washy with her affections towards Mozey. I get it. She doesn’t want to lose her job, the age difference really wasn’t a big difference IMHO.
The story moves three years after Lana had asked Mozey to leave her alone until she receives a phone call from Mozey who is in trouble yet again. Lana has since left Pathways and has moved in with a new beau. She still puts on her social worker hat and keeps Mozey at bay. All for nothing because she ends up in Mexico where he is deported.
In Mexico befriends two wonderful gay guys, Tommy and Rocco. I loved the banter between these three. They help Lana in trying to locate Mozey. Yet again, when she finally meets up with Mozey, she’s still denying her feelings for him. I hated the head games she was playing. I was surprised at how Mozey stood around putting up with her games.
I really struggled with this book. Again, it has nothing to do with the writing style, it was more the story was laid out and the lack of dialogue, add to the fact that Lana really pissed me off throughout the entire book did not help either.
*An ARC was provided by the author for an honest review.
Monday morning is bad. I’m a complete wack job.
Do you know how to ignore someone you have the total hots for? What if you had to see them everyday? Could you do it? I can help. Been there-done that. Just let me explain.
Here’s how . . .
One: deny eye contact. All eye contact must and will be denied. Look at the floor. Study the cracks in the linoleum and the stains on the carpet. Memorize the thick, yellowing varnish on the hardwood floors in the hall and try to come up with a number for how many times they’ve been sanded and sealed up again. There’s so much to see (on the floor) if you only look hard enough.
Two: sex—have a few one-night stands with dudes who are sufficiently attractive enough for you to get a lady boner going after a couple of drinks. (Does this, perhaps, sound kind of repulsive to you? Believe me, it can be if you don’t have the right attitude.) They’re of age, adults, consensual, informed, blah, blah, blah (but please, do note that those things are important). This stops your body from pleading with you for just one more kiss from the person you’re dying inside for and trying so desperately to avoid. It works; just make sure you use protection so you don’t end up with any diseases or a case of the babies. What? I’m gross you’re thinking? I’m telling you, releasing sexual tension is of utmost necessity.
Three: throw yourself at someone else. Do you have a Gunnar Anderson who frequents your office? Use it to your advantage. Peel your eyeballs off of the dotted ceiling board and flirt with him, ruthlessly, aimlessly until you’re giddy from so much stupidity, until your face fucking hurts from being such a ventriloquist’s dummy. Don’t sleep with your Gunnar. That would complicate things. This needs to remain fairly easy. We’re trying to get a job done here, aren’t we?
Four: drink. Not just get blasted on Fridays but every night of the torturous week. Drink wine out of a box on Wednesday while you binge on Chinese take-out and watch terrible TV. Then accidently let out your neighbor’s cat—the one you’re supposed to be feeding. Spend all day Thursday making missing cat fliers at the office in between puking sessions in the communal staff bathroom. Done!
Five: last but not least, stop trying. Look like shit. Don’t even wash your clothes. How can anyone be attracted to you when they are starting to suspect that secretly you’re homeless? You can bathe, but do it without enthusiasm. Leave a ton of conditioner in your hair, so it takes on that dull, greasy sheen that Daisy’s fur had when you finally found her after work one night, meowing outside the Lavateria six blocks from your house.
It’s effective. It works. It hurts like a bitch. Especially when you have to stare at the beautiful painting he made you every time you step foot in the office. You have to remember he thinks you’re an impenetrable prickly pear when all you want in the world is for it to be him who penetrates you. On (oh!) so many levels.
Mara White is a contemporary romance and erotica writer who laces forbidden love stories with hard issues, such as race, gender and inequality. She holds an Ivy League degree but has also worked in more strip clubs than even she can remember. She is not a former Mexican telenovela star contrary to what the tabloids might say, but she is a former ballerina and will always remain one in her heart. She lives in NYC with her husband and two children and yes, when she’s not writing you can find her on the playground.