Here, let me sum it up for you and save you some time: rich, scarred, billionaire recluse hires hot young maid because he wants her, instalove and sex ensue after he creepily skulks around the house watching her, stalker style. The end. Once again, here’s a story where I can’t help but feel like if the hero had been fat and ugly instead of a sexy billionaire, this would’ve been an episode of Criminal Minds instead of a steamy romance.
But sadly, double standards and a complete lack of plot weren’t all that I found wrong with this story:
Honestly, I probably wouldn’t have finished this one had it been any longer than 58 pages. But because I was able to finish it, I offer this one a single star. But that’s it. This is an honest review, not charity for authors. So, with that, I snub my nose at this one, turn on my heel, and walk away.
Does this book contribute to or help crush the romance stigma?
Ugh. Contributes on every front. Just say no, folks.
Other reading suggestions
I’ll admit that I’m not a super huge fan of romantic erotica, but I did enjoy Bronwyn Green’s Rewritten and Drawn That Way.