I've been reading light romances as a palate cleanser between books that leave me reeling and devastated, and they feel "safe" for my hurting brain. Sadly, though, I'm not the biggest lover of romances, and it means I end up judging light fiction by comparing them with heavy weights and classics, which may not lead to the fairest reviews, though I try to be reasonable and fair.
Sheltered by Love is one such story that I read coming off the back of something that I thoroughly enjoyed but also left me mentally depleted and devastated. This novel did what I needed it to. It was easy to read, enjoyable, and satisfying in the way a romance should be. For a book in the clean romance genre, I would say the writing was pretty decent. The characters had chemistry. The plot was interesting enough. The setting was used well. The characters didn't spend forever ruminating on their feelings. I was shown that they liked each other, rather than told it. And there was great conflict.
But there were things that happened in the book that dropped this down to a 2 stars for me, things that left me feeling uncomfortable. The problem was the male lead's behaviour, and the fact they got together made me feel like his problematic behaviour was being justified and glorified as "romantic". Felicity, the female main character, moves from Arizona to Maine, fleeing from something that has happened to her, something she wants to keep quiet. Her landlord, Zane, moves in next door and proceeds to completely disregard her boundaries as both a tenant and a human being under the justification of "protecting" her because there have been a series of burglaries in the region and they believe she will be targeted. Without her permission, in fact, going against her wishes, he has security sensors and cameras installed around her house, even looking into her bedroom and bathroom, despite how uncomfortable she is with this. He also knows she is hiding something from him, but rather than respect the fact that she doesn't want to tell him, he continually asks her about it. We need to remember that aside from chemistry, at this point their relationship is still one of tenant and landlord. She pays her rent. She keeps the place clean. The only wrong thing she has done is sneakily keep a pet. But that somehow gives him licence to keep questioning her over her past. That's so unacceptable, given she really isn't obliged to tell him anything.
The icing on the cake for me is his physical behaviour. The first two times they end up kissing involves him basically roughing her up first. The first time she is panicking, on the verge of a full on panic attack, and his solution to that is to forcefully kiss her. Well, I'm not sure what mental first aid course this man has been on, or what they teach marines in the USA, but that seems to be a creative way to stop a panic attack. By creative I mean bad. For anyone who has been in the grips of bad anxiety or is having a panic attack, I'm not sure how they would feel about someone getting super fresh with them. Probably pretty darn freaked out and awful. On the second occasion, mistaking her for an intruder, he pins her against the wall. Roughly. Too roughly, actually, as said by Felicity to the reader. And then they make out. Sorry, what? He was too rough with her, presumably scaring and possibly hurting her, but that's okay because really they're just very much attracted to each other. No, it's not okay! X.x sob.
I also didn't really like the way women are portrayed in the story, aside from the couple of female characters developed enough to get some reader attention. As someone who struggles to like women because of the toxic crap I have swum in my whole life, it now saddens me to see this women-hating-women bullsh*t is still perpetuated in literature. I did not like the fact that women were being presented as sex-starved, annoying, desperate, drunken idiots flocking to a little coastal village (with a large population of single males) with the goal of having one-night stands with the single blokes and spending heaps of money, filling the town's coffers. They were portrayed as a plague on the town that was welcomed because of the money they brought in; the fact they were sexually harassing men who didn't really want it and causing public disturbances, stretching police resources, was tolerated. I honestly know very few actual real women who would do such a thing. If we wrote about men in such a way it would be abhorrent. But it's okay to portray women this way, apparently, especially as we can then show how special the main female lead is because she doesn't act this way. Sorry, but spew. A woman groping a man's bum uninvited is as bad as a man doing it.