I opened Expecting and immediately felt like Thea Wells had handed me a prime‑cut premise — surprise pregnancy, forbidden workplace tension, past hookup colliding with a new job — and then delivered it with the emotional warmth of a clinical report written under fluorescent lighting. Sweetheart, this book should have been feral, messy, chaotic, and dripping with tension… but instead it felt like someone was timing the scenes with a stopwatch.
The setup? Delicious. You’ve got:
one night with a surgeon
eighteen months of celibacy
a cross‑country move
a new hospital
and then BAM — the man from that night is suddenly your boss.
It’s giving: “My past chaos and my future chaos have decided to share a break room.”
But the execution? Sweetheart… it’s written with time stamps. Down to the second. It’s giving: “At 09:42:17 she panicked. At 09:42:19 he frowned meaningfully.” You read about emotions, but you don’t feel them. It’s technically dramatic, but emotionally? Flatline.
And then we get to the surgeon’s father — the emotional iceberg in human form — who adds a whole extra layer of detachment to the story. He’s giving:
clinical coldness
zero emotional vocabulary
approval delivered like a tax receipt
affection replaced with performance metrics
the kind of man who thinks “I’m proud of you” is an unnecessary sentence
His presence should have deepened the emotional stakes, but instead it highlights the book’s biggest issue: everyone feels like they’re experiencing their trauma from behind a glass wall.
The romance had potential — forbidden dynamic, workplace tension, the shock of the pregnancy reveal — but the emotional beats skim instead of stab. You’re told what the characters feel, but you’re never dragged into the mess with them. And babe, you DESERVE to be dragged.
The premise? Strong. Addictive. Full of juicy chaos.
The execution? A little too neat, too timed, too emotionally distant — especially with a hero who should’ve been a walking emotional implosion but instead felt like a sentient surgical protocol raised by a man who thinks feelings are a design flaw.
A soft, clinical, almost procedural take on a story that should have been dripping with tension, longing, and “oh god we should NOT be doing this” energy. Good bones, but the heart didn’t beat loud enough.
I read Protecting You, and even though the consistency was awful, the story was good so I gave the author another chance. This is from the first few chapters (not sure which one exactly) - “Twelve weeks back from a Tuesday in January put us in October. The conference. Thursday. The bar. The wine she’d been nursing when I sat down. I did not need to count.” Twelve weeks is 3 months - 3 months from January is not October. I just couldn’t go to thru this again, so I did not finish this book.
The timeline is a mess. Got pregnant in October one year, somehow gives birth to that baby in October the next year at less than 40 weeks. Half of the book is phrases repeated over and over, starting as a character's internal monologue, which they then say out loud to another character, who then thinks about what they said repeatedly, then tells another character what they were told and/or repeats the dialogue back to the first character. And the dialogue is not stuff real human beings say. It's more of a poor imitation of an Aaron Sorkin script. The underlying story could have been interesting in the hands of a decent writer.
The characters had potential, the plot had potential and the writing had potential. The writing style feels unnaturally robotic, verging on AI generated. When every character from the protagonists, their friends, and even the male protagonist's parents obsessively track timestamps and count down seconds, hours, and years, it stops feeling like a personal quirk. Instead, it feels like the author doesn't know how to give different characters their own unique voices.
Descriptions of some medical procedures are highly detailed and accurate while other, simpler medical issues are completely inaccurate. It does not make sense that the author achieves so much accuracy in some areas yet fails miserably in describing others. Also, the way she keeps repeating herself, and puts odd time stamps on everything, is off putting. Strange book.
The worst book I have read this year! I got so sick of the main female reviewing her whole life over and over again. I also hated how both main characters remembered things on days in time (hour and minute) for example: revised protocol Friday morning at four eleven, redrafted study Friday afternoon at three nineteen, etc. It was extremely annoying!
I find it hard to say anything really good about this book. It’s like Ai wrote it. Coming from the medical field people just don’t count seconds like that in their real life. The timelines are off in several places and it’s disjointed in flow. I give it a two star just to be generous and because I did read to the end even though everything in me was screaming “stop “. The premise was good but the book needs to be rewritten by a human.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
Whether it is intentional or not this story reads like a logbook of events with no emotion from any of the characters. It could have been a lovely story. But if I had wanted a log hook I would have read something from work
Great book from start to finish. The author makes you feel the characters, sinking into the deep feelings. I’ve received some concerned looks as I’ve laughed and cried through the book. All the books I’ve read from this author have delivered.
I really wanted to like this story like I did Shielded but it just wasn't my kind of story. The repetitive sentence ( which I understand why) just was hard to keep me into the story. Im glad Jett and Sienna found what they didn't know they wanted or needed.
Premise is mid to okay, but I can’t handle all the inaccuracies. Length of pregnancy isn’t right, medical information as the scrub nurse isn’t accurate, just too ridiculously wrong for me to enjoy. There’s literally a sentence about putting foil in the microwave for 90 seconds. Like I just… no common sense, I’m sorry.
Ummm either English isn’t primary language, or it is AI. This was a very disjointed and simple errors that should have been picked up in editing. Concept was adequate. But just so messy.