No “I told you so’s” from you, Jessi! Review to come.
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This is one of those cases where I picked up a book and after maybe a third, maybe a half, I was pretty sure that it wasn't for me. It's also one of those books where I stubbornly continued reading, even after I figured out that it wasn't for me. Which is entirely my own fault.
So. What didn't I really like? A few things, but it really boils down to two issues.
One: I didn't love the push/pull of the developing relationship. The heroine, an actress receiving disturbing "fan mail" and threats, hires the hero, the head of a prestigious security company, to take over her security and provide bodyguards. Naturally, since this is a romance novel, the heroine and the hero have a serious mutual attraction. Also naturally, since this is a romance novel, the hero refuses to compromise his professionalism or his ability to be clearheaded by starting a relationship with the heroine. Which he tells her pretty much right away when she tries to kiss him. That's all fine. Pretty standard. She's embarrassed and feels certain he's not into her, it keeps them apart for longer, and it increases the tension in the love story. The problem is that the hero is completely unable to keep it in his metaphorical pants. He knows she's into him. She showed that pretty definitively and he rejected her. Sure, he may be assuming that she knows he likes her too, but can't act on it when he's also working as her protection, but we all know what assuming does. So every time he pushes her up against a wall or frantically makes out with her, then pushes her away and says "we can't do this I'm your bodyguard!" I liked him that much less. He was playing around with the heroine, and should have either accepted his own decree that she was verboten as long as they had a professional relationship, or taken himself off the protection detail. This wishy-washy business just pissed me off.
Two: The heroine's doormatty behavior. Lest you think that I was only pissed off at the hero, let me count all the ways that the heroine also disappointed me at every turn. Let's take the aforementioned wishy-washy, on-again/off-again flirting. She makes a move and is rejected. Embarrassing, but nothing ventured nothing gained, right? I respected her for going for it, and she took her "no" like a grown-up. But every time the hero made one of his wishy-washy fuckboi moves on her, she swooned into his arms anew only to face swift and sudden rejection again. Every. Time. I'd even have been ok if this scene was re-enacted twice. I could buy that. But it kept happening over and over, and she never seemed to learn. It got old. Fast. Add to this the way they talked to each other in the middle of their makeouts, and I was beyond done. I'll simplify and just say that I don't enjoy when romance heroes (or heroines) go on and on about how they own the other person. How that person belongs to them. That's not romantic. That's concerning and gross. Top the whole thing off with the inevitable scene where the heroine ignores the very reasonable rules in place to protect her safety in order to solve the problem all by her lonesome, thereby putting herself, her protection detail, and the public at large in mortal danger, and I just couldn't believe that I hadn't put the book down when I had that first glimmer.
Let my story be a cautionary tale. There are too many books out there to waste your time with something that's not ringing your bells. Be free. Put the disappointing books down.