Plot overview: Demi’s first love, Royal, returns after a 7-year unexplained absence to win her back after her fiance (who she really wasn’t all that fond of, anyway) was in a horrible car crash, resulting in a medically induced coma.
I hated Demi with the fire of a thousand suns. I have kinder thoughts about disease-carrying ticks than I have about Demi. She was a complete and utter doormat and I had ZERO respect for her. Oh, how I hated her. Let me count the ways:
Royal wasn’t the worst hero I’ve ever seen (if you’re able to overlook the stalking thing), but he was a manwhore who had plenty of “fuck buddies” when he wasn’t with Demi. I have very little patience for so-called heroes who screw around with tons of women while supposedly pining for “the one that got away.”
And don’t even get me started on Demi’s parents who abandoned Royal in his time of need, even as they insisted he’d “been like a son” to them—which was a horrible turn of events that they never really properly apologized for. Demi’s sister managed to annoy me several times, too, by being terribly judge-y about how Demi wasn’t spending enough time glued to the fiance’s bedside.
Overall, this was a sickening stew of unlikeable characters, over-the-top angst, and a complete lack of communication between, well, everyone. Blech. But, since my mom said I should always say something nice...the cover is pretty. That is all.
Does this book contribute to or help crush the romance stigma?
Other reading suggestions that AREN’T a stigma-fest