It’s so bad...and not in the good way. Jagger James, a 26-yr-old successful chef, is bored with life and goes back to school and finds himself in an “Alternative Sexuality” class taught by an unbelievably young professor, Mia Rose Curry. Nevermind the lame last name “Curry,” as a hint to the woefully unexplored world of food fetish, they are, of course, instantaneously attracted to one another, despite their “age difference.” Really? A too young college professor and her oldest, 26-yr-old student and their age difference is a thing? Um, nope. Despite the potential taboos of student/teacher relations and/or age differences, none of that is ever explored. Mia’s food fetish ultimately is presented in the sort of PG-13 ways that ends up with the two of them getting sticky with chocolate sauce and, in the grand finale, canned whipped cream. Did someone say “boring,”? If you did, I wholeheartedly agree. Jagger’s fetish, the one that lead him to take her class is...water. Yup, water. H2O. Jagger’s penultimate yielding to his water fetish turns out to be little more than a wet t-shirt thing, not unlike what most Spring Breakers do at cheesy, theme restaurants and cheap college hotels.
While the romance between Jagger and Mia Rose plods along at a pace to bore the reader to sleep, there’s a concurrent storyline (“plot tangent” is way too strong of phrase) wherein Karalee, who is apparently Mia Rose’s bestie but how you’re supposed to know that is beyond this reader, finds herself falling in love with a (who knows how old or anything about him thanks to the most shallow character development outside of “See Spot Run”) man, Gideon. Gideon is evidently a man of means with a broken heart and a penchant for exhibitionism that mostly involves him ordering Karalee to abandon her undies so it’s one less thing he has to worry about while bending her over the hood of his car in (mostly) out of the way locations. How are the two storylines connected? Aside from one short chat between Mia Rose and Karalee at the beginning of the book, when Mia is bemoaning having Jagger in her class and another, similarly short chat toward the end of the book, your guess is as good as mine. In short, this book is downright bad, pedestrian, and not worth your time, especially if you really want something to sink your teeth and imagination into.