Unfortunately, though I hate to say it, this one was not a great read for me. While I usually love LaVyrle Spencer's books, and I somehow seem to recall liking this one well enough when I read it years ago, it's no longer for me, if it ever was. I liked the concept, and I still do. For me, the problem was that the people we are supposed to be rooting for are rather detestable humans.
The main character is all kinds of horrible; shallow, self-absorbed, judgemental, whiny, and just plain awful. Shallow is worth adding twice, really, since she visits her elderly mother and spends 90% of her time musing about the poorness of her house and how shabby her appearance is, and totally misses that her mother is in pain, and is a real person with things going on besides her hair and nails. I mean, the mother is no picnic, but someone as obsessed with possessions and looks as this heroine is just not someone I want to follow through a book. She spends more time thinking about how much everyone weighs than she does engaging with the hero, which is off-putting, and we hear way more about her ridiculously long pink finger nails than we do any sort of compassion for anyone around her. And then she manages to convince herself that everyone who dislikes her does so because they are jealous of her. Ugh, no - they dislike you, because you are awful, Tess.
And the hero, well, he's just someone scheming to have a little bit of the girl of his dreams (and highschool bully, oddly) even though he already has a "lady friend." The romance comes off as just scummy because he's never honest with his girlfriend of eight years. We're clearly supposed to think this is okay, since the girlfriend doesn't want to get married, and doesn't "like sex" (we are treated to him badgering her into a squalid little quasi-consensual quickie, which she gives into just to shut him up - yuck). Faith, the girlfriend, however, acted like a surrogate mother to his daughter, was universally kind to everyone in this book, and seemed like a useful, non-idiotic type of person. In my opinion, she should have been treated better in this book; he certainly had the right to break up with her if he and she didn't want the same things in life, but you don't use her until something better comes along - and you certainly don't slime around behind her back! The hero really is nothing to quicken the heart at all; he's a prematurely middle-aged hypocrite who manages the church choir, appears to be a pillar of the community, and yet who's still okay with guilting sex off one girlfriend while trying to bag another. Not really the guy for me, to be honest.
It's taken me forever to read this thing, and I almost gave up. I managed to force myself to power through the final bits, just to see the back of it. It went on for bloody ever!
As I say, Spenser is a favourite of mine, so I expected to adore this. It's disappointing that I didn't, but I guess you can't win them all.