Well, ok, this wll be one of those times where I keep it short and to the point.
I can’t say I hated this book – completely. It was nice, I guess, with a nice male hero that I pitied more often than not. Yes, the main heroine was that infuriating. I understand the inferiority complex, but really, lady, have some mercy on the poor guy, will ya?
As for the rest of the book, no, just no. Charlie was super annoying and acted like a brat, and the mystery… Well, you see, it wasn’t there. I’m serious, the reader finds out right from the prologue who the killer is, Charlie herself knows it, and the rest of the book is focused on Bridget trying to show her mom she’s not gonna drop dead the next second, and to balance her mind between trying to keep Robert away fom her, and wishing that the rest of the female population – aka her slutty cousin – stays away from Robert…
Let’s not forget Kate, too. Robert is her husband’s best friend, and she knows he’s no playboy, yet she keeps warning him to stay away from her cousin. For the first half of the book. Then she miraculously tries to play matchmaker. Again, what on earth?!
You think stupidity might run in the family or something? I’m starting to believe that….
I’m not picking up any other book from the series, and I’m really sorry I wasted my time on this one.