short, cliched, but problematic
2.0 / 5.0
This author rolls out a list of tropes for this short novel about love in legacy families of NYC. There is no backstory, we just jump into the lives of self-made billionaires and emotionally traumatized women trying to prove they are worth more than their tag size. If that was all, great, whatever, this isn’t meant to be award-winning literature or timeless romance. It’s a smut burp meant to entertain on the 3 hour flight you’re enduring. But it’s just not good…
The red flags are normally excused but for some reason I couldn’t get over the hypocrisy of the MMC… Derek. He harks on and on about narcissistic behaviors in his family, his ex-fiancée, and the FMC’s parents, but he then exhibits each of those checkpoints to show how his apple didn’t fall far from the tree. No, indeed it’s still on the branch and thriving off the mothership. Just not good…
The writing is juvenile, the smut is C-grade, and the attempts by the author to engage the reader in the stories of the whole host of other characters (all white and rich, btw) so she can produce more short novels and sell them for full price, is so exhaustive. This is what a book would “look” like if you could classify books as thirsty. Not good…
Until Next Time,
MC