Well, this is the worst romance I've read this year.
The "hero" is a man who ghosted the girl he loved for eight years, so that she couldn't reach him to tell him she was pregnant with his kid after he took her virginity then left town two days later. When, at 70%, he finds out that she was pregnant after he left town, his first question is "Who got you pregnant?" presumably so he could go find the guy and tear him limb from limb for touching "his" girl--you know, the one he deliberately cut off contact with for eight years. When she tells him he was the father, he immediately yells, "Where's my kid?" and threatens to take her to court if she gave up "his" baby for adoption. Yeah, the baby he didn't know about because he left town and cut off contact with the mother for eight years.
Well, the baby died, and the hero's a piece of absolute and utter trash. He is irredeemable in my eyes, if not for life, then at least for this heroine, who should shove him out the door like the toxic garbage fire that he is.
But with 30% to go until that magical happy ending that seemed increasingly less possible with every page, I kept reading.
She basically forgives him for no reason! He whines about how he deliberately hurt her then so he wouldn't end up hurting her worse in the future, because he's got daddy issues, and that's supposed to negate all the suffering he caused her by leaving her, not being there for the pregnancy he helped to cause, not being there for their child's failed birth, not being there for her grieving process, and then waltzing back into town and immediately trying to pick up where he left off like nothing had happened, all the while ignoring her boundaries at every turn: kissing her without consent, pressuring her into sex, trying to go bareback until she makes him stop because she's not on the pill (but oh wait he does that exact same thing in the epilogue because "I want a family with you" and she lets him because she always tries to stand up for herself then ends up being a doormat) and actually handcuffs them together during the ending so that she can't get away from him until he's mansplained his pain to her and she forgives him.
Consent? What's that? Boundaries? What are those for? Respect? Never heard of it.
And if the plot weren't bad enough on its own, I could also write a treatise on how terrible the writing style is. Everyone speaks in the same false, over-the-top, drama-laden voice. Everyone has serious anger issues and will cause a scene over anything, anywhere, anytime--even the heroine in the place of business she owns will start a screaming match in front of her customers, and once she just leaves her staff (it's not clear how many people are there working with her, so who knows if she's just left her business in trouble or not) to drive the hero to the hospital to deal with his issues, instead of being a responsible adult and BUSINESS OWNER and staying on site to do her freaking job. I mean, emergencies are emergencies, but him finding out his mother is in the hospital but okay is not really the "drop everything and drive him there" type of emergency. He could have calmed down for a few minutes and taken himself, but then the heroine wouldn't have gotten the scene with his mom, that apparently needed to happen. It's all so stupid and immature and real life simply doesn't work that way.
Also, new "friends" are introduced by name several chapters in with no description of who they are or what they look like or in some cases, even how the hero/heroine know them, they just are names that get dropped and I'm supposed to assume they're friends instead of faceless dream people who speak in the same juvenile, profanity-heavy, melodramatic voice as literally everyone else.
Me: Who is Lizzy? Was there a "Lizzy" before?
Me, three sentences later: Oh, Stacia is Gavin's girlfriend. But who's Gavin? I don't remember a Gavin.
Me, on the next page: Well, I guess they all know each other because they're all hanging out.
Also there's fat-shaming and slut-shaming, and all the guys insult each other with female terms like bitch and chick and "growing a vagina," so let's add misogyny to the pile, also guess what, the women are misogynists too. There's so much girl-on-girl cattiness and spite and downright hate, it's gross and harmful. Yeah, the hero is a bona fide garbage fire, but in a lot of ways the heroine isn't that great either. I mean, she got all the suffering of the narrative loaded on to her by the plot, but she's a pretty terrible person too, at the end of the day.
This book was just so, so very bad.