Ricky's a consummate professional on the prowl, and he's got his sights set on a lady with a ton of money to drop in his direction. But while stringing her along on the transatlantic cruise, he runs into the gorgeous and enigmatic Tony – a fellow conman looking for a way to pass the time until the fish bite.
Catt Ford lives in front of the computer monitor, in another world where her imaginary gay friends obey her every command.
She likes cats, chocolate, swing dancing, sleeping, Monty Python, Aussie friends, being silly, spinning other realities with words, and sea glass. She dislikes caterpillars, cigarette smoke, and rude people who think the F-word (as in faggot, or bundle of sticks) is acceptable.
A frustrated perfectionist, she comforts herself with the legend about the weavers of Persian rugs always including one mistake so as not to anger the gods, although she has no need to include a mistake on purpose. One always slips through. Writing fiction has filled a need for clever conversations, only possible when one is in control of both sides, and erotic romances, where everything for the most part turns out happily ever after.
How does this pass for literature? This is one of the worst books I have ever read. It's empty, predictable, and uninspired. This book was so boring I put it down and went back to studying. The characters were not well developed, you didn't care about them at all. The plot was confusing, and lacked depth. The writing style was elementary. I was very disappointed in this book. This book is not for the intellectual.