3 Stars
The classic workplace romance trope was used here and it was used well.
Jack Grant is a billionaire philanthropist playboy and Lady Gemma Picton is his right-hand women. They work exceedingly well together and have done so for a good two years.
There has always been a certain spark of chemistry between Jack and Gemma, but both have remained professional for several reasons beyond the whole don’t shit where you eat, no romance in the workplace mentality.
For one, Jack is a widower. To drown his sorrows over the loss of his beloved wife, he has copious amounts of casual sex with countless faceless women. Although Gemma is wildly attracted to Jack she has no intention of becoming yet another one of Jack’s mind-numbing sexual conquests.
But, as these things generally go, Jack and Gemma’s restraint only takes them so far, until one sexually charged night a moment of weakness and want sees them giving into temptation. And once those dams break, there is no stopping them.
Jack remains standoffish, except for in the bedroom, and Gemma knows that she must protect her heart from the man she understands can’t (or won’t) love her the way she needs. She could just call it a day – Gemma knows that would be the smart thing to do – but she is willing to risk her heart for more time with Jack, even knowing the fallout that awaits them.
Jack and Gemma’s complicated romance probably should have worked for me better than it did. I enjoy a good office romance and I found myself really digging Clare Connelly’s writing style and her portrayal of Gemma as a strong woman who knew her own mind.
I guess my problems lie in the whole widower trope. This generally isn’t something I enjoy reading in my romance reads, ever really. I think this is largely due to the feelings of anxiety and discomfort it draws from me when the widowed character deals with all those angsty emotions, like loss, grief, guilt and even betrayal, as they find themselves unexpectedly falling for someone new. Sometimes – and it’s very rare – these elements are handled in a way that puts my mind and heart at ease. This was not the case here, and I think that had a lot to do with that fact that I just didn’t buy Jack’s feelings for Gemma, like, at all. This may have been helped if we got a deeper insight into his character, but as it was, from Gemma’s perspective, he came across as a standoffish asshole 80% of the time. He has his own brief moments of narrative himself, but they did absolutely nothing to assure me that his dick-ish behaviour was grounded in the depth of his sorrow and hurt. To me, he was just an unlikable guy, which, by all rights, should have changed as the story progressed, but it didn’t, instead I found myself growing more convinced that he simply wasn’t what Gemma deserved.
To be fair, this entire reaction could be a “me thing” and I own that. Most readers are self-aware enough to know what kind of tropes and character traits they enjoy reading, and as such, I probably had an inkling going in that this wasn’t rightly the kind of romance story I was going to get swept up in.
Though, as I said, I really did love Clare Connelly’s writing and I did really root for Gemma and her happiness. This was also an exceedingly steamy read, too, which is always a bonus if you love that sort of thing, which I do. *waggles eyebrows*
Ultimately, I may not have loved this the way I hoped I would, but I’ll most certainly be keeping my eye out for more of Connelly’s stories in the future.