Plot overview: Feisty romance writer (Vada) with trust issues and writer’s block rents a vacation guest house from cocky, smirky artist (Ethan). Lots of sex ensues.
First of all, I’ll start with the good stuff. Other than a few missteps, I liked Ethan. He was mostly a decent guy. He had some inner damage that was totally understandable, and I get why someone like him would be reluctant to get involved in a relationship. I felt his pain. The writing itself wasn’t bad, either. Pacing was decent. None of the book seemed to drag at any point.
But then the cliche bingo started…
Then there was this stuff…
So, long-story-short, this one wasn’t my cuppa. It wasn’t poorly written—just annoying. Or maybe I’m still just grumpy about how Game of Thrones ended. I dunno...
Does this book contribute to or help crush the romance stigma?
It’s stigma-laden. Mostly because of the cliche bingo.
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