I was quite surprised when I found I rather enjoyed this story. I originally overlooked it because I wasn't sure I'd care to read it; Lynsay Sands stories are all hit or miss, in my opinion. I have a few I liked, read a few I thought were really poor, and I skipped this when I saw it in a $.50 box. Well, I wound up getting it anyways, just for shits and giggles.
Again, I was quite surprised that I ended up enjoying this story. By the back cover blurb, I wasn't sure I would. The storyline didn't seem to snag me. However, the story itself drew me in rather quickly, and I did find myself instantly connecting to both the hero and heroine.
Now in saying this, I will also point out that as my saying goes from other reviews, the story is well written with a few miss-typed words. But other than that, I have no complaints about the writing style.
Now there is a chapter in which the hero/heroine are on a date that I found a bit boring, long-winded, and draggy. I think Lynsay Sands was simply looking for a way to throw in a chunk of background data without making an info-dump, and I believe she felt she succeeded by making it as "dialogue". Still, it was quite boring, this segment. She could have cut about half the detail of the history and focused solely on the parts that would play into this story. Just give a few key points, but don't paint the whole scenario for the reader. It's too much and boring, and yeah, it may interest your date if you talk over dinner about your life experiences, but it's more like something you'd find at a bar (those poor bartenders).
Another complaint? Anders. He's a reoccuring by-the-book character in the series, who even has his own book, but even after I've read all these other stories where he's involved, including HIS story (which is ALL ABOUT HIM), I never knew until the very end of this book that he's black. HE'S BLACK! I had no idea! None whatsoever! Never in all the other stories I've read where Anders makes his appearance, INCLUDING HIS OWN STORY, have I read that he's black. I think Lynsay Sands wrote it in a way that it left out his race simply to ensure people don't pull the race card--which is completely, and utterly, stupid. The only people who pull the race card about somebody being called black in a story is somebody who's racist to begin with, and racist people usually don't have good ammo to go on. The only thing that told me Anders was black in this book was when a customer at a gas station called Anders a Nigger--which is another racist term. Up until that moment, I had no idea he was anything but what I imagined him. You can't be afraid of describing a character's nationality; Kerrelyn Sparks makes sure people know Freemont and Phineas are black in her stories--and not just by the way they talk, even (I know white people who talk like they're black--it's called Wiggas).
If there's one thing I know I can trust Lynsay Sands to bring to the table, however, it's good hot sex. I was not surprised by the sexual tension she built up, but I wished she'd have more scenes after the sexy bar scene. What she had the hero do to the heroine at The Night Club was just the hottest thing I've read since Kresley Cole. It really fired up my own libido.
All in all, this story basically taught me one valuable lesson: whether or not you know the author, don't always trust the back cover blurbs. Because I knew Lynsay Sands writes hot sex (whenever you get to it), I gave this story a shot, but had it been an author I'd have never read, I probably wouldn't have. The back cover still doesn't interest me, but believe me when I say, it is indeed a good story.