Reading books like this always makes me question how delusional writers are. And I'm not talking dragons here, no siree! I'm talking about those wonderful women who bless us with instalove. Guess what, fuck you all!
Meet McKenna (sorry, Kenna) something, who's a lawyer on the run, because she stumbled upon some sex ring involving her ex-boyfriend and other powerful people in New York. Or something like that. No, really, this sex ring scandal comes up about 80% in. Till you reach that point in the book, you're treated to the sexcapades of Kenna and her instaboy Will, who literally fell in love with each other the day they met. And I literally mean literally. They had this one fun week in New York some seventeen years ago, and they remember every single detail of it, and realise that they're soul-mates or whatever. It's this kind of shit that makes me question my life choices. They proclaim their love for each other about halfway through the book, and they've known each other for a few days, or maybe weeks now.
There's serious brand-dropping in this one as well, Prada, Armani, and a lot of Ralph Lauren. Rachel Green called. She wants her job back. *rolls eyes* But then again, that's not the worst of it. It never is, with such books, is it? So Kenna is a stranger in the quaint little town of Keeneston, Kentucky, and yet, within the first few hours of her arrival, she's experienced "homely cooking", "the friendliest people", and a "fatherly hug". Oh wait, let's not forget the kiss of true love. Look, I get that small towns have this charm about them, and basically everyone knows everyone, but the woman was a stranger for the love of all that is holy! And people, random people she just fucking met are looking to court her and help her get a job. Excuse me if I think that's a bit too much!
There's a limit to how far you can go with a storyline, and Ms. Brooks doesn't know the meaning of "limit", or "storyline"; because in this we have a Middle Eastern Prince, and FBI agent, a corrupt senator, his promiscuous daughter who's the hero's ex-bitch, her new boyfriend who happened to be Kenna's ex-sleazeball, and even references to the Queen of England. We have fancy balls (get your mind out of the gutter, not those balls), red carpet appearances, and a trip to the moon. Okay, not the moon, but you catch my drift. It's like Ms. Brooks couldn't decide what she wanted to write about, so she went ahead and wrote down everything that was in her damn head, and the result was this masterpiece.
Also, I don't know it it's just me, but I felt like she'd ripped off Kinsella's Undomestic Goddess, and combined it with elements from Pretty Woman, Castle, and freaking Lawrence of my labia. Avoid this at all costs.