This one is tough to rate. It’s a mosh of two genres: pretend-intimacy turning into real intimacy and suspense-thriller. The romance is remarkably well-done. Usually, in this kind of book, the romance is so inevitable as to be a foregone conclusion. Here, the author put in the real kind of yearning and doubt that people actually go through. The sex scenes were well-enough done, too. If the author had left it at that, this book would be a solid four stars. The problem is the suspense-thriller part. And here, we have to pause to say:
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1. The book description does NOT jibe with the actual plot of the book.
2. The book’s plot gets wilder, whackier, and less believable the further it goes.
3. Why would a dedicated prosecutor be so willing to break-and-enter into someone’s home to steal information. Psychologically, it makes no sense.
4. At the very end there’s an extra epilogue that sets the whole thing completely off the rails.
5. The author uses straight quotation marks, rather than curly ones throughout the book. (Basic typesetting no-no.)
6. If the protagonist began by believing that she was straight, why did she never question this before she was basically in bed with this woman? We got no internal dialogue about who she thought she was and who she was becoming. And she seemed to think it was perfectly normal for her, a straight woman, to be paired off in a lesbian marriage as a cover story. WTF?