It’s funny how many reviewers enjoyed this book but find golf really boring. Well, you can add me to the list. When I read golf scenes, I know all the words but I have no idea what they mean. Yet with The Long Shot, A. L. Brooks managed to convey the excitement and the tension of competition and that’s what matters in the end.
Morgan Spencer is one of the best golf players in the world, struggling to win her first major. She’s also doing her best to get away from her father’s shadow, a golf champion who cares more for his son’s okay achievements in tennis than his daughter’s successes in the sport he loves best. When a sports film producer offers to center their latest documentary around Morgan, she reluctantly accepts after her agent, mother and best friend all tell her she needs to show how sweet she really is, not the ice queen the media and public seem to believe she is. Adrienne Wyatt, the producer of the film, soon finds out that Morgan is shy and uneasy with being the center of attention rather than an uncaring diva.
I liked the chemistry between both women from the start. The way the author describes it and makes it grow worked flawlessly for me and I loved the first kiss. I’m all for steamy sex scenes but I also love it when kisses, especially first kisses, have this unavoidable and compelling feel. That first real touch is very well written here.
The main obstacles to the relationship are the fact that they work together (which is only temporary so…) and the age gap. I’m not a fan of age gaps, never have been. There’s an 18 years difference between the characters here, and yes, it’s a lot. But hey, to each their own, and Morgan and Adrienne seem to really enjoy the other’s company, beyond the chemistry, so what works for them works for me.
There are a few interesting secondary characters. I loathed the father of course, but loved the mother, the best friend and the caddy / coach. There was a lot of respect and affection in these three characters that I appreciated.