I did it again, folks. I made a half-assed buying decision based on a ridiculously hot cover dude. Even though he’s smoking in the picture (gross), I took one look at that face and those abs, saw that the book was on Kindle Unlimited, and damn near hurt myself one-clicking so fast. I’m sorry to say that the cover dude (whose name is Amadeo Leandro...not that I’m stalking him on Facebook or anything, ‘cause that would be weird and pervy) kinda misled me on this one.
Judging by all the raving reviews on Goodreads and Amazon, I’m guessing I’m representing the Unpopular Opinion crew on this one again. That’s OK. I’m used to it. Come at me if you must. I’ll wait.
OK, now that that’s out of the way, on with the review.
What really irritates me about this is that the book is very well written. The style, the flow, the dialogue...it’s all really good. I mean, the fact that I didn’t like this book will not stop me from reading other books by this author, because I truly feel like she’s an awesome writer.
And I really liked Sebastian. He started off as your typical man-whore, tortured artist with a painful past type of dude, but I liked how he overcame that and didn’t ever hide or shy away from his feelings for Valentina.
Here’s the stuff that just irked the ever-lovin’ crap out of me:
Long-story-short, this book gets one star for Sebastian who I adored, and one star for being well-written. It loses stars on, well, pretty much everything else.
And to the cover dude, I say only this:
Does this book contribute to or help crush the romance stigma?
Well, it’s well-written and unique enough to avoid contributing to the romance stigma, but it’s not doing a damn thing to advance the movement for strong, independent, smart heroines. Yikes.
Other reading suggestions
For a fun, emotional, sexy read about a hot artist, try Neighbor Dearest by Penelope Ward.