This book has such a high average rating that I thought I'd like it a lot better, but I didn't. It was both slow moving and ridiculous. Ridiculous in that I just ended up getting annoyed.
1) I don't care how hot, if I found my cleaning person (if I had one) sleeping in my bed while they were suppose to be working I would fire them and ask for a refund on that shift. Then I'd clean myself because you can't trust anyone these days.
2) If I had a PhD, I wouldn't be purposefully hiding it from people. Sure I might not rub it in your face, but if I was on sabbatical to help out my aunt and someone directly asked me what I was doing I would say!
3) Why do the women always have such little experience, YET are told they are naturals when they meet 'the one'? Wouldn't there be some awkward, hesitant sex before they get lost in passion? My life leads me to believe that there would be!
So I'm not going to be reading any Brenda Jackson for awhile. This book wasn't bad bad bad, it was Ok, low level good you could say. But it just didn't suit me.