James is a 40-something rich dude who has decided that traditional dating is boring, so he “hunts” women. He stalks them, learns about them, uses that info to entice them into having sex with him, then dumps them and moves on to his next target. He’s stalking Cerys’s (the heroine’s) step-mother when Cerys mouths off to him and captures his attention. He’s immediately smitten with 18-year-old Cerys.
Now, I probably could’ve gotten over the fact that James is old enough to be Cerys’s father, and that James clearly has mental health issues if these two characters had gotten to know each other and Cerys started teaching James what it meant to be somewhat normal/to love someone. But that’s soooo not what happened. Here’s what did happen after the anti-meet-cute:
Long-story-short, I’m going to make a bold statement and say this was the worst piece of crap I’ve read in a long, long time. The fact that I finished reading it doesn’t make it any better than any of the books I’ve marked as DNF lately. This one was just so terrible that I kept reading, thinking it couldn’t possibly get any worse. Then it did. Over and over again. It’d be a toss-up if I had to choose who I hated more--Cerys or James. They both sucked big, hairy, sweaty balls, in my opinion. In other words, run for your lives, folks. Save yourselves. It’s too late for me...
Does this book contribute to or help crush the romance stigma?
Stigma city. It’s the Charlie Sheen of romance. No rehab can help it.
Other reading suggestions
Read The Bad Guy by Celia Aaron. Really, you’d be better off reading a lawn mower manual than this.