Um... Ok? The first book was awesome, but this one??? Wth???
First off, did Blake lose his spine somewhere? He turned into a bloody sap. All of his strength was gone, and it felt so FORCED. It disconnected me from him faster than a speeding bullet. He was an ASSHOLE, but not the good kind too. I'll control her! Yea, fuck off genius, and go live in a cave if you're lacking rational thought. How the hell did you become a billionaire if your thoughts are as clear as mud? Geezus, you sucked.
Jewell, sweetheart, did your brain forget your story is made up of two books, not just one? Cause it seems to me if has not returned for this sequel. All of the angst and strength you had in the first book is gone, poof! Bye bye! What happened? You start loving the guy (please, this isn't even a spoiler since any single celled mitochondria saw this plot twist from the first book) just like that? Even when he's an ass? And he's confusing as hell and sending mixed messages? I'm all for sexual liberation, but you may have forgotten self worth in there.
Okay, so it's a bit awkward, a bit forced, a bit like time is going backwards since when's the last time you read a book no 2 that's WORSE than book no 1? But the cake has to be for that Harlequin ending. Not familiar with Harlequin? Allow me to enlighten you as I've read over 100 of them from the 70s-80s editions. They suck and they're predictable as hell. What's most frustrating is that there's always, always, ALWAYS a bomb that's dropped to make the heroine leave or lose all hope right at the end, only for the male to follow and show her how wrong she is and how much he loves her. These bombs are always awkward and NOT REALISTIC, and make the female seem the blond missing brain stereotype. That's exactly what happened here. It's as if the author decided things were going too well, and something had to give. Can't use a jealous ex or competitor cause none were ever introduced, plus the situation with Justin is resolved (I'll give you one guess how). So yea, blindsided by something of WTF proportions, lackluster female Harlequin thinking, and the book goes down faster than an avalanche in the mountainside.
Blah blah blah yadda yadda yadda, first book rocked, second book sucked.