This book pissed me off so much that if it had been a real paperback, I would have torn it in two just so I could throw both parts against the wall.
At first, it was just annoying and boring. Despite the fact that Matt is antagonistic and hostile, Darcy is falling for him. He calls her a fraud and a liar so frequently it's a red flag for future abuse, instead of getting as far away from this jerk as she can, she's so overwhelmed with lust she falls right into bed with him. Fine, another romance book where the theme is the love of a really hot woman can turn any mildly attractive douchebag into husband material.
Around the first sex scene, I started to hate. The sex was so hot she obeyed the laws of physics. I guess all other times she doesn't?
page 105
"There was simply response, for every action, a reaction, and she followed every law of physics, Spiraling, arching, twisting, and gasping with every electric jolt of lightning that filled and awakened her. She had to touch, stroke, taste, caress and evoke in return, and in minutes, they were tangled flesh and limb. She flourished, as if long accustomed to an arid life, her world had suddenly been filled with the thrill of a waterfall, and in the end, she wanted so much that it couldn’t be, that a hoarse and gasped out cry of impatience ripped from his lungs, and they were truly melded together. "
Yes, I looked it up. Because I had to make sure that's what she wrote. It's not like we can just arbitrarily decide "eh, fuck the laws of physics. Today, I want to FLY!"
A few more chapters in, I realized that I hated each and every character. Every single one. They are all assholes. One scene they are all chummy, the next scene they are accusing each other of the most horrific things. Then right back to being besties.
I spent the last thirty pages trying to figure out what mental disorder the author has because it seemed like she was writing characters and events based on stuff she had learned about human interaction, not any that she might have had herself.
ugh. I should have kept count of the amount of times I fell asleep while trying to plow through this piece of shit. at least 4.