I love librarians. And I have a thing for tortured/injured heroes. But this one just didn't do it for me.
The problem was an over-saturation of issues. Every good book needs a conflict to resolve, and I get that. But this book had SOOOOO many conflicts, it lost me to unhappiness in the mess of it all. If the authoress had wanted the conflict to be overcoming an injury, opening up to love, and/or healing, that would've been fine. If she'd wanted it to be interracial relationships, that would've been fine. If she'd wanted it to be falling for a celebrity/ dealing with the spotlight, that would've been fine. If she'd wanted it to be eating disorders/ compulsive exercise, that would've been fine. If she'd wanted it to be finding one's inner passion and breaking bonds of self-doubt, self-abasement, personal fears, that would've been fine. But my GOODNESS, there were just so many conflicts to be resolved, it made the book mucky.
To be honest, though? I'm not one to willingly read a book about celebrity love, to begin with, though. I went in blindly - I thought it was a small town librarian and a reclusive, newly injured tortured hero. Which would've been enough for me. The eating disorder, interracial thing, paparazzi, globe-trotting, etc. lines all just overwhelmed.
More, she's one of those writers who has to include the character's names in every other line. "I'm not interested, Miles." Then, "Well, maybe you should be, Mary." She glares. "Oh, please, Miles." He smirks. "What are you holding back for, Mary." Like we can't follow the conversation without names inserted. Shoddy writing technique. It's a peeve, and it's fully present in this book.
I wasn't overly fond of the rawness of the dialogue where erotica, adult themes, and such went, either. It was (((thankfully))) brief, but I got the feeling it was stronger in other books in this series, which is a red flag for me to avoid the other books.
In the end, this just wasn't what I was hoping to get. So I guess I was disappointed.