ATT: THIS IS NOT MY REVIEW, I COPY/PASTED IT FROM AMAZON.COM. This was such an honest review, that I wanted to post it here as well.
I'm sorry. I wanted to like this book. I really did.
But these characters were caricatures of the worst of the 70's and 80's romance.
We have Kenzie, the Tortured Hero, who has wounds SOOOO deep, that he must be forgiven for spending 90% of the book mired in self-pity and mentally abusing his wife. ("Poor, poor me. Poor, pitiful me. The world done me wrong. I can't be held responsible for how my actions affect other people.")
Okay. What he went through as a child was horrible. But. He is not a child anymore. He's a grown man of wealth and power that most men can only dream of. There are thousands of people out there, therapists, counselors, psychologists, etc who make it their life's work to help people like him. He could have gotten help. Instead, he plays mind-games with his wife.
He can't even be honest with her and say, "Raine, I am seriously screwed up. I can't be married to you." No, he has to deliberately make her think he has been having an affair, so she will leave him. How gutless (and cruel) can you get?
And Rainey. Slap a "Doormat Heroine" sign on this woman, because no matter how much you stomp on her, she'll come back for more. No matter how badly she is treated, she will forgive, because she's the Heroine, dammit! And the Heroine can never be angry at being mistreated!
Raine actually spends several pages beating herself up because she walked away from her husband when she caught him with another woman! ("Oh, will he ever forgive me for not being more understanding about his unfaithfulness!")
And we're supposed to believe that she is a tough, successful woman in Hollywood?
Tortured Hero, Doormat Heroine. Add it all together and it equals Man being cured of his demons by Love of a Good Woman. Huh? This man is seriously sick! He needs therapy, not sex and "I love you so much, I'll lie down and let you trample me until you are cured, darling!"
And the 180 degree turnaround! He spends 99% of the book telling her that they can never, ever be together! He is too damaged to be a husband and father. Then... ooops! The pill didn't work! And suddenly, he is thrilled. "I'm going to be a daddy! I'm so happy!" As if he had not spent 350 pages whining about how unhappy his poor, pitiful life is, and how he will never be normal.
We've seen this story before, in the hand of lessor writers. I expected more from MJP.