by Vi Keeland
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Independently Published
Book Release Date: January 13, 2018
My Review: ⭐⭐⭐
I liked the story. I liked the Hero. But there were some issues I couldn’t get past, mostly to do with the heroine of the story, Natalia. I keep referring to her as What’s her name; I can’t seem to retain her name, probably because I just cannot reconcile her as a realistic person.
She’s supposed to be a therapist of sorts, working with people who struggle with OCD. But what kind of therapist never went to college (the book specifically said this, she didn’t want to leave her mom by going off to college, and then she got married and her husband wanted her to stay at home). Also, what kind of therapist discusses his or her personal life with a patient or patients? And further, what kind of self respecting therapist, or anyone who calls themselves a parent, would use their 15 year old step-daughter as a shield or buffer from a guy she claims gives her the creeps? Ughhhh… when she said the landlord was a creep and she didn’t like being alone with the guy so she tried to make sure Izzy (15 year old step daughter) was home anytime she knew he’d be stopping by. That was just nearly the final nail in the coffin.
What was the final nail, you ask? The fact that the Indian guy young Izzy had a crush on was named Yak Shit. No, really. I don’t know how the name was actually spelled since I was listening to the audiobook, but the guy’s name legit sounded like Yak Shit. So if any credit was to be given for a POC representation, that was shot to hell when the guy’s name was dropped, over and over again.
Beyond that, I did think Hunter was a great character, and the way the story was written, the way things slowly came to be revealed was deep and non-superficial enough to give this book some of the redemption it needed for me. If you’ve read Hate Notes by the same author, then you’ll probably understand the gravity of what I mean here.