Big fan of Sandra Brown here but this book was a huge disappointment. The heroine is a huge fail. She is one of the most annoying heroines I've ever come across, one who did not deserve either the reader's or the hero's attention (even less his love). The writer tells us that this woman is a trauma surgeon (who worked all over the world), a former wild child turned Mother Teresa, but what we actually see on page is a flat piece of cardboard whose only memorable characteristic is that of a spoiled bitch. Sandra Brown simply pins a repertoire of qualities on her ((brilliant surgeon, volunteered around the world, was great with patients and their families, and, naturally, supermodel looks) and none of them becomes part of the heroine we get on page. Not once does her well guarded, sanitised and non-existent private life stirs any interest about this woman. Not once does she make you wonder why she is the person she is and how she suffers under the weight of such rigid defence mechanisms. There is no thematisation of all these, only a quick revelation of some ridiculous story from way back when that is supposed to tidy everything up. But even that final hackneyed explanation, fails to arouse sympathy for this non-character with the killer legs. And there lies the problem, if the heroine fails to excite the reader then one does not understand why the hero, a handsome, charming, sociable man, and one who's had spectacular success in the dating department suddenly will put so much effort, work so hard and relentlessly chase after the heroine's love. A heroine who rebuffs him at every turn. It's not like he can't find another pair of killer legs in this world. With his charm and wit and good looks it would not be that difficult. Yet, he goes after the cardboard cut-out as if she is the last of the species.
The only reason I kept reading was the hero, Wick. He and his friendship with his superior, Oren, made for the most interesting part of the book. Lozada, the villain, was not in the least convincing. But the worst fail of the book was the handling of police procedure. Sandra Brown is an experienced romantic suspense writer, so it is very surprising she got everything so messed up. How come the police set up round the clock surveillance of the heroine, photograph her in every possible situation and yet neglect to tap her phone? One would think tapping the phone would be the first step.
How come they made a hash of things at every turn? For example, how could they have bangled the tailing of the notorious killer they had their sights on for eons? Would those watching his building fail to check a van leaving his building in the early hours of the morning ? Even I know that villains, especially the rich ones, don't have only one vehicle at their disposal. It is not like the villain was unknown to the police. They had set up a whole operation over many months to catch him, yet they failed to monitor him closely (hard to believe that the police, who are good at framing people, failed to monitor him). But that is what happens when you don't know how to set up a scene and resort to situations that defy logic (making these trained officers look like nincompoops).
The denouement was particularly silly and made me roar with laughter (not the dramatic showdown the book aimed for). Overall, since the main couple is never convincing as a couple (there is not even a whiff of passion, no deep or moving connection between hero and heroine, not even some hint of great lust -a couple of boring sex scenes crammed into the final chapters of the book emphasise the lack of chemistry rather than convince us of their great love). As a result, anything concerning their declarations and the future the writer hastily throws at them ring absolutely false. Not once did I believe that what they had was anything more than a prolonged one night stand. I must also add that because I found the heroine annoying and tiresome (and could not go past her TSTL moment in the final showdown), I very much wanted the hero to walk out, give her the two finger salute even, and find someone else to lust after. As it is, this gorgeous, amiable hunk is forced by his writer to chase after a zero-dimensional, unengaging b*tch, who wants nothing to do with him for about 85% of the book. Yet, within the last three pages we are asked to believe that such a woman is suddenly dying to share the rest of her life with Wick. The important question is why would Wick want to spend another second, after the obligatory shagging, with her.
The more I write this review the more I revisit the unpleasantness I felt while reading this book, so I will stop here. Readers new to Sandra Brown, don't start with this one.