Characterization did not work for me
In Case You Didn’t Know, book two in Carrie Elks’s The Fitzgeralds series, reads much like book one—same archetypes, just different names. That said, I did prefer Asher to Hudson from the first installment.
Asher Fitzgerald, the second-oldest brother, is installing security at a “lifestyle” club when he spots his sister’s best friend, Francie Salinger, on the surveillance cameras. Instantly incensed, he rushes to the room where she’s watching members engage in sexual activity and orders her to leave. Both assume the other is there for personal reasons, but Francie is actually conducting research. No one knows she’s an author, so she can’t explain herself without revealing her secret. Asher decides to keep a close eye on her to ensure she stays out of trouble, while also battling his growing attraction. Francie, of course, is equally drawn to him.
Francie, for me, echoed Skylar, the FMC from book one. It felt like the author was trying to write her as a seductress while simultaneously emphasizing her “innocence.” The result was a character whose actions and dialogue came off as childish, to put it mildly. She constantly poked at Asher, fishing for compliments and trying to get him to admit he liked her, but there was no logic or rhythm to her behavior. Part of the issue, I think, was the muddled backstory. We’re told Francie practically grew up in the Fitzgerald household due to her friendship with Autumn, and that she’d once had a crush on each of the brothers, Asher being the first. But later, that detail is quietly dropped, and suddenly it’s always been Asher. The inconsistency was confusing.
Truth be told, the video-sex scenes were just tacky. Francie supposedly engaged in them to provide “comfort,” claiming it wasn’t about the act itself. Yet for a full week, she was pleasuring herself on camera while Asher watched from the other side, this before they’d even been together. Unsurprisingly, this secret eventually comes to light. When Asher’s ex tells Francie, “I never had to touch myself when I was with him—he always took care of that,” I didn’t feel the least bit sorry for Francie. The whole setup felt more like her throwing herself at him than anything emotionally grounded.
After their initial encounter at the club, Francie’s hostility toward Asher felt contrived, just there to create angst. It might have made sense if they’d had a prior romantic history, but in context, her animosity seemed forced. Francie felt more like a plot device to bring the MMC to heel than a fully developed character. And of course, the near-virgin trope made an appearance, with Francie randomly “confessing” to Asher that she hadn’t had sex in four years. It was out of the blue and added nothing. Like Skylar, Francie just didn’t work for me. Too many contradictions, too much immaturity.
Asher’s character was more solidly written, but I still had questions, especially about his relationship with his ex, a woman he’d been living with before Francie. The word “love” was tossed around casually, and it was never clear whether those feelings were truly resolved. At one point, Asher tells his ex he was just “scratching an itch” with her, which rang hollow given the earlier mentions of love.
The story did pick up toward the end, with the suspense building to a climax. But even then, Francie’s confrontation with Asher’s ex lacked purpose. She shows up, says the woman can do whatever she wants, and… that’s it. No resolution, no emotional payoff. So what was the point?
Ultimately, the romance didn’t land for me. There were too many illogical actions and dialogue, especially on Francie’s part. Here are a couple of lines that exemplify the disconnect:
“What did we do?”
He tips his head to the side, like he’s trying to scrutinize me. “Christ, I can’t talk to you when you’re dressed like that.”
I look down at my golden dress. “Want me to take it off?”
And:
“Is that why you were so angry with me for being at that club?” I ask him. “Because you think I’m too young?”
His jaw tightens. “I was angry because you clearly have no concept of how to be safe.”
“I know how to be safe. I use birth control, Asher.”
Really?