Author: Tiffany Ashley
Publisher: Circle 1 Publishing, LLC (2011)
Determined to land a huge advertising account for his company, Nick gets a LITTLE carried away and tells the potential client he’s married, then he has a serious problem—he can’t join the client on the ship unless he shows up with the wife he’s supposed to be taking on an anniversary cruise.
Laney Parks is either in the wrong place at the wrong time, or the right place at the right time-She isn’t sure which. She isn’t even entirely certain of how she got roped into posing as her hunky boss’s wife. She finds it SERIOUSLY unnerving, though, to ‘stick to the script’ when that includes cuddling up and kissing in public, and even more unnerving to share the close confines of the cabin – and its single bed – with him.
Actually, I want to talk about the contents of this book.
So, you may notice that I didn’t include a photo of the cover. That’s because I didn’t like it. I am game to read any material (even if it’s just once), but I don’t know what to make of this book. I admire interracial love stories, but there are not many good ones out there. Or maybe I am looking in all the wrong places?
I first read this book in 2012 from a friend of mine, but I was swamped with work, studies and other reading material at the time that I read it half way. Recently, I was on the hunt for Interracial Romance novels and I remembered this one my friend loan to me, so I’ve decided to ask her to borrow it once again.
I wish I hadn’t bothered.
From the cover, I knew it was going to be a steamy book and although somewhere along the line I was irritated at Nick, the story line, the plot, the characters, the scenery, everything was well written and the only typo I found was on page 146 (‘she’ instead of ‘the’). Yes, well written, but it isn’t going to stop me from asking about the runaway plot which actually made me want to read the book in the first place.
Legend has it that I am still looking for it.
Nick treated Laney like a sex object (“Laney, give me what I want freely, or else I’ll be forced to take from you.”). What? He treated her like nothing, yet, Laney couldn’t wait to jump into his arms because of some sort of attraction in the air? The dude might be a hot number, but he’s rapey!
The body might be saying okay, but if the mind is not on par with the body, then it is not okay to be taking advantage of someone. Seriously, it is one thing to have a sexy alpha male, and another to have a dominating forceful rapey male who was either threatening to rape or was helping himself (Somehow, he would have to convince Laney she wanted it just as badly as he did). I don’t care if this is the author’s fantasy, it was not romantic.
At the climax of the story, I didn’t like when he kicked down Laney’s door and stormed in on Danny when he was trying to comfort Laney, and that’s when Nick decided that his new job was a police officer and proceeded to interrogate both Laney and Danny, asking them if they were sleeping together blah blah blah. Just when I thought Nick couldn’t get any lower, he went and did it:
“I’m a selfish bastard, Laney. I don’t share my toy.”
“I love you, Nick.”
“Thank God. I was prepared to pay you to marry me.”
Erm, excuse me? Didn’t you hear the man refer to you as a toy?
Those jokes were not funny and it just implied what Nick would ALWAYS see Laney as in their “relationship”: an attractive arm piece.
The point is, Nick said/did incredibly hurtful things to Laney, and she stupidly kept coming back and like Olivier Twist begging, “Please, sir, I want some more.” He treated Laney like a discarded toy throughout the story and she let him. Aren’t strong heroines out there anymore? You know, the ones who won’t let men treat them like dirt and who would mean it when they firmly say no? I am not buying the ending of the story either. There was an attraction on their part, but not love. Nick was probably the most annoying and arrogant male protagonist I’ve come across. He was constantly horny, intimidating and I stress, RAPEY!
Another thing I dislike was the repetition about Danny’s sexuality. We got it from the moment it was established that Danny was gay. There was no need to be rude throughout the book in repeating his sexual orientation. The unnecessary rambling of the author sometimes drove me up a wall.
Good plot but the author missed it.
The ending implied that there could/might be a follow-up. I won’t be reading it. Had this book been mine, I know exactly what I would have done with it after reading:
…had the so-call alpha male not come across like a creepy rapey jerk! Sexual assault is not sexy. This author can write, but I doubt I might be reading anything from her again.
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