My thanks to NetGalley and Harlequin for an advanced copy of this book.I didn't know what to expect from Meg Maguire when I fired up my Kindle to start this book. Then I got to meet Jenna Wilinski and Mercer Rowley. Jenna inherits a somewhat dilapidated gym in Chinatown, Boston from her late father from whom she was estranged for the past 25 years. She has a plan for the gym - shutting it down, unless it miraculously turns profit by the end of the year. She wants to open a matchmaking service on the grounds.Mercer Rowley was pretty much raised by Jenna's father. He admired and loved his mentor, and by extension loves the gym and wants it to see many more years. He hopes that once Jenna is in the picture, he'll get some financial assistance to renovate the place and turn it profitable and not just hanging in there.The story is sexy, just as the title implies. It's full of clever puns, humor, sexy moments and one very swoony Mercer. "Let's just call that research or something, for your business."She nodded vigorously. "The, good. I was just, um, comparing kissing data on East-versus West-Coast men. To better understand my new market." Meg Maguire's writing is fun and fresh. It's sexy and light, and more often than not makes you squirm in your seat: "You were right. You're even better at sex than you are at kissing."Yes, the story was a little predictable, but it's not a thriller with twists and turns. The characters are sweet and compelling. My only "complaint" about Mercer is that he's TOO considerate and understanding. And for a professional boxer - that's both admirable and infuriating. Sweet romance for some weekend swoons.