I am not ordinarily a romance reader, but sometimes I like to shake up my reading habits. Who could resist a Navy SEAL storyline? Well, in this case, I very much wish I had.
There are innumerable things I could quibble with, but I have four main ones that I'll address.
1. Let's just talk about the implausibility, the sheer absurdity of Mason and Tesla's first kiss. Picture this. You've been held captive by a thoroughly nefarious ruffian and his band of henchmen. You're not really sure why you're being held captive, but you have a 'sneaking' suspicion. Then, after countless hours being tied up, your muscles are quivering, every breath you take is exhausting and painful, someone shows up, unties you, takes your hand, and drags you out into the dark jungle. You don't know who he is or where you're going. Through the chaos and confusion, you determine that he's a Navy SEAL here to rescue you with his team. (The idea of this is very sexy, I'll grant you, but I think, given the circumstances, that my first thought would be about my well-being and how we were going to survive and NOT about how gorgeous and muscle-y said SEAL(s) are.) Left with no other recourse, you run behind your rescuer, taking only snatches of rest before reaching the extraction point where you meet the rest of the SEAL team. The helicopter comes and you board. You're in the air, meeting your rescuers for the first time. Things seem to be going much better then twenty minutes ago when you were held captive in a dank shed in the middle of nowhere. No questions are asked as to why you were kidnapped. You ask no questions either. You're just gob struck at the handsomeness of you rescuers (pardon me while I roll my eyes). Then the cockpit explodes and the helicopter starts to go down. Acting swiftly, you're pushed to the back of the helicopter, manhandled into a parachute (that you don't realize is a parachute), and then thrust out of the helicopter. You start screaming, because you're free falling, or at least that's what you think you're doing. And how does the SEAL, whose name you know (and nothing else); how does Mason get you to be quiet? He kisses you. It's so hot, you wrap your legs around him (eh... it's tough to even write this out). Then you realize that you're clipped to his harness and his parachute is open and you're perfectly safe.
Really? This whole sequence was completely unbelievable to me. Not only did I think it smacked of unprofessionalism from Mason's perspective, but I found Tesla's behavior trite and irrational. For a woman who possesses such enviable brains, she was awfully happy to just follow absurd trains of thought. She is not an active participant in her rescue. Never once does she ask what the plan really is or how they came to know she needed to be rescued. She possesses no curiosity in her thoughts as to how she got kidnapped in the first place. Supposedly what she's working on is all very hush-hush, yet someone found out about it. In one cursory thought, she assumes she's been betrayed by someone on her team. For a woman crafting such heavily guarded, top secret software, she displays a deplorable lack of curiosity as to the mole in her organization who has put not only her but the rest of her team at risk. AND when she does do something seemingly heroic (stepping in front of Mason when his life is threatened), it just made me want to laugh.
2. Punctuation and Grammar. That's really all I can say about the writing. It was in desperate need of an editor and proofreader.
3. Show, don't tell. This is a biggie for me. Great writing happens when I'm swept away by descriptions, not told what to think and feel. Don't tell me after the fact that Tesla's feet are all cut up because she didn't have appropriate shoes to run through the jungle; show me how broken bracken tore at the flimsy soles of her slip-in shoes, how rocks gouged at the bottoms of her feet as she ran, how branches lashed out at her in the dark and tore at her sweater, unraveling the yarn.
4. Dialogue. Honestly, this bothered me from the beginning. I just don't think a Navy SEAL team would be so gregarious. I think they'd be more in tune with one another, anticipating what needs to be done next. They are trained to operate as a unit. They've worked in perilous situations like this before. Furthermore, in the heat of battle, in the midst of the mission, they would not be joking around like it's all a lark. Sorry, but no. I wanted more serious professionalism from these men. It just felt a little too thrown together and disorganized to be the SEALs.
I didn't finish the book. I didn't even make it halfway. And, I'm sorry for it, because I never like to write a bad review.