★★★★★ "Wow! Just Wow! This is the most romantic book I think I've ever read!" The moment I stepped onto the plane and Jack handed me a flute of champagne, I knew I was in trouble. Our hands brushed, and I lost myself in his crystalline gaze.

Gah! Just stop!That sounds like some kind of sappy romance. I'm a freakin' baseball player, a strong guy, a real dude.

Sure, I play for the Memphis Mangos, basically the Harlem Globetrotters of America's pastime, but I'm a serious player, doggonit. I would never turn to mush or have wobbly legs over a guy, certainly not in front of a planeload of men who'd love nothing more than to give me sh.

. for the next twelve days of our vacation.

And I would never give him my phone number and email address, then let him fly me to his hometown for a five-day first date. That would be insane, right?Man, it was awesome.

He was so amazing and hot and . .

. And yes, every time Jack looks at me, my world tilts.

When that stupid curl falls across his forehead and refuses to stay back, no matter how many times I shove it into place for him, I swoon just a little bit more. But I don't need a man.

I'm single and happy. I'm totally self-sufficient.

Romance is for wimps. And then he kissed me and .

. .

Man, I was screwed. National Singles Day is a hilariously romantic, low angst, utterly irreverent m/m romance in which men separated by distance find love and comfort in each other's arms-and in the claws of a cat.

A found family of lifelong friends rounds out this cast of smokin' hot, cheeky, sometimes snarky characters who will make you laugh until you piddle. Yeah, you.

I see you. You're a piddle in the making.

Note: While 96. 7% of this novel is humorous and light, there is one scene in which a character grapples with unresolved feelings from a relative's suicide that occurred sometime in the past.

Aside from that, the book is basically a warm blanket and hot chocolate on a wintery day - oh, and there's spice. Lots of spice.

Don't burn your tongue. .