Sinful, delectable, addictive.
But hey, these books are meant to be
guiltily enjoyed without the usual trappings of what many would consider a novel, Literature. And preferrably, in the comfort and privacy of your own bedroom. Admittedly, I found myself reading this book anywhere: parked car, conference room at work..etc. It was hard to put down and even harder to ignore. Max Stella kept popping up in my head at inconvenient times. I even made up an impromptu “appointment” just so I could get away for an hour or two. I skipped my part-time job because of this delicious man. Anyway, the point is, Max Stella snuck up on me. I didn’t think I was going to enjoy this book as much as I have.
I’m glad that the writing duo toned down the aggressive sex. I’m all for angry sex but only in moderation. Too much exhausts me. I also like that there’s more substance to these characters, because in this book, they actually interacted and held dialogues, or talked (ingenious, right?). Max is made up of a combination of sex god material and romantic inclinations. He can pin point Sara’s idiosyncracies and nuissances with scary precision. Sara Dillon held her end of the bargain but not enough to make her a remarkable character. Max Stella eclipsed everybody else.
Overall, a surprising bundle of enjoyable, steamy read.
My rating: 4 out of 5 Stars