Desperate was a rough read for me. The story was intriguing enough to make me want to finish it, but the writing was so amateurish it continually pulled me out of the book. In the acknowledgments I read that this is the author’s seventh book, but had I not read other books by AK Evans – and that sentence in the back of the book – I would have thought this was a debut foray into publishing.
I loved the idea of Ekko and Dom, and there were moments when they were beautiful together. I appreciated how fully he supported her in everything and how sweet he was to her. A lot of their relationship was just too saccharine for me, though.
I also felt like there was a lot of story left on the table. In the prologue this huge bomb is dropped on us that Ekko is going into the foster care system, then – apart from her briefly recalling the exact scene that made up the prologue – there is never another mention of it. In fact, she continually laments how hard her life has been until Dom entered it but never delves into what made it that way. After a while, it felt like she was just whiny since we had no real reference for the traumas she’d suffered throughout her life.
I also felt like beyond the romance book perfect boyfriend Dom was through Ekko’s eyes, I had no idea who he was. I don’t know why he was so kind and caring, I don’t know what his past was like, I don’t know what motivated him. His character development was sorely lacking, and I am wholly disappointed that after spending an entire novel reading about a character I have no deep impressions of him.
Finally, this book is in desperate need of some heavy-handed editing. AK Evans continually goes back and forth from present to past tense, occasionally in the same sentence. There was also a lot of who/that confusion, and a lot of very clunky and awkwardly constructed sentences. For a good part of the novel, the writing felt very forced, as if Ms. Evans didn’t feel the natural flow of the story and was just trying to get enough words in to hit a required word count by a specific deadline.
Desperate is the third book I’ve read by AK Evans, each time hoping the writing would improve and be worthy of the ideas held in the plot to no avail, and it will be my last. I’m sure she has the potential to be better than the books of hers I’ve read, but she has yet to impress upon me that she is anywhere near it. I wish her the best in honing her craft and reaching her full potential.