I'm 98% sure that this book heavily relied on AI-generated text. I don't know for sure - it's possible the author really did write this herself and this is just her strange style - but the markers of AI (like ChatGPT) style are very specific (certain repetitions, nonsense, exaggerations, and a perfect stilted grammaticality) and as far as I'm aware they're unique to AI, no human would write like that. Look at this excerpt:
"Lexie, care to dance for me again?" he asked, his voice a rich cadence that sent a shiver down my spine.
"I ...I'm not sure." I bit my lip, my heart racing as I glanced around the club, as if searching for an escape route from the turmoil of desire that stirred within me.
Do you see how the author probably did edit or originally write the dialogue itself and the start of the dialogue tags, but everything else is extremely characteristic of AI-generated text? The way everything is blown out of proportion, hearts are always racing, desire is always a turmoil of desire, and the style is always clunky, too many long noun phrases mixed with extreme adjectives. It's like this THROUGH THE WHOLE BOOK. The most excessively dramatic fanfic writer on Wattpad, much love to them, doesn't write like this, it's not human. And I have a hard time believing that a human would write that the character looked around "as if" to find an escape route, which if you read the whole context of the chapter is especially weird.
Take a look at a paragraph without dialogue, it gets much worse:
Each dance I performed lacked the spark that had once fueled my every move. The club goers' admiring gazes felt like distant echoes, their forced cheers and applause mere reminders of a time when my heart had danced alongside my body. The whispers of my fellow dancers, the laughter that once echoed through the dressing room - it all seemed to fade into the background as the ache of loss consumed me.
Do you see how weird it is that the people at the club are referred to as "club goers" and that the other pole dancers are referred to by the main character as "my fellow dancers", that gazes are described as echoes (???), that these club goers somehow have both admiring gazes but their cheers and applause is "forced", that they're cheering and applauding pole dancing in the first place, the unhinged reference to whispers and laughter of other dancers in the dressing room when we're still in a scene where the location is definitely not the dressing room, the fact that laughter "once" echoed through the dressing room - which heavily implies that there's no laughter anymore, that the other dancers for some reason stopped laughing, whereas the whole point of the paragraph is that the narrator is the one depressed - and last but not least, of course, the relentless cliches like "my heart had danced alongside my body" and "the ache of loss consumed me". A machine generated this text, not a human. But, if you're reading quickly, you might not quite notice.
This sucks so bad, it's so hard to find well-written shifter romances and it's a very alienating feeling, to realize that much of the emotional romance you're reading WAS AUTOMATICALLY GENERATED.
Anyway, unreadable, DNF.