*I received this book from the publisher Sourcebooks in return for an honest review.
Bronte Talbott is hardworking. She’s a top ad exec, trying to prove her worth to her dead father, whose intellect and self importance always drove her crazy and left them without any relationship. But she’s ready for a relationship, at the same time terrified she’ll lose herself…which is exactly what she does with Mr. Texas. Full of brawn and money, Mr. Texas sweeps Bron off her feet, but when she decides to move from New York to Chicago, he cools his heels quickly, and the relationship ends almost before it begins. Determined not to let the same thing happen again, Bronte is hesitant with Max, the handsome Brit she runs into in a bookstore. Telling him up front that all she wants is something casual, Bronte keeps Max at a distance. But Max, confident and persuasive, wants more, which could be difficult as he’s not just a Brit…he’s also a duke who must uphold the family title.
My responses during this book:
- I love Bronte!
- I hate Bronte!
- I love Bronte!
- I LOVE Max.
I wish I could turn my brain off sometimes because I love women’s fiction. I do. I love a good romance in a book like this. But here’s my biggest pet peeve: when the heroine just can’t be with the hero because of something (ridiculous) in her past. I understand that “the barrier” is an important part of a typical romance. But I want that barrier to have some value, some realistic application to life. And having a father who was distant and with whom you parted ways because he demanded you go to Princeton? I feel so bad for you. *rolls eyes*
Had that been the only hiccup for me, no big deal, but here’s the other thing: Bronte gets annoying fast. At first, I liked her character. I thought she was ridiculous to give up her fantastic job and move for a guy, but hey! We’ve all done stupid things. But then she talks business with the foulest mouth, and I’m no prude. But she says “fuck” easily 10 times in a few pages…to a new client. And demeans her twice, talking about how “immature” she is. Even if the client knows she’s joking, I hated it. When Bronte was with Max, though, the book is so good. She isn’t so brash and unlikeable, and though I know relationships change people, the change was pretty drastic.
Overall, I must admit this was a fun read, especially for a woman who dreams of meeting a handsome man in a bookstore…
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