Got halfway through and had to stop. It’s just so... banal. Nothing has really happened. The fem protag was in mortal peril a couple times but that feels like eons ago. Other than those brief chases (where afterwards the fem protag mystically forgets there’s a hit out on her and her bro and goes traipsing around the streets at night without an escort again like she hasn’t a care in the world) there’s a lot of day to day hum drum that would put me to sleep if I weren’t being productive right now.
I don’t care about the characters. There’s nothing interesting or captivating or amusing about them and so the book is really falling flat for me. Maybe it’s because they don’t have much depth. The male protag is Russian, a gentleman (in real life everyone would think he was a creeper), Russian, a businessman, Russian, formally a playboy, Russian, a generous soul, a family guy (ha), mega rich, and Russian. Oh, did I mention he’s RUSSIAN? Yeah, they kinda shove that little dity down your throat. Several times. Despite knowing that her lover is kinda an awesome guy, the fem protag doesn’t delve deeper into his motivations, just takes him at his word that he’s trying to pay the generosity that’s been given to him forward. That’s nice (polite smile) but I need a little passion, a little sass. A spark, a flame, a fricken sizzle. Something that shows he’s got a personality and he’s not just a 3-D printout of the heroine’s perfect man.
All I know about the fem protag is she’s stubborn (but folds faster than any truly stubborn person I’ve ever met), “independent” (all that’s been shown of her displaying independence is her holding a bar tending job, which she lost where I stopped in the book. Besides that, she’s taken the male protag’s generosity left and right. I’m not saying she’s not independent, I’m just saying I haven’t been shown she is), dedicated to her brother, from Brooklyn, and black-ish (ha. Or maybe she’s full black, I didn’t quite understand the flowery and evasive description of her skin color *shrugs*). Not much to go on. Where are her parents? How did her brother get into college? Why didn’t she try too after he went?
There could be so much more to this story than arctic sex scenes and occasional resolutionless chases. Hell, there might be. But after trudging through this I’ve decided I’ve got (potentially) better books to listen to.