quirky, slight charismatic initially but turned into the opposite quite suddenly once you realize how drawn out the problematic aspect of this barely there romance is.
surely, there’s the notions of romance — the ideas, the regards, but ultimately all the actions fall short. the love interest is supposed to be brilliant and broody and sexy and at the mc’s beck and call but… no. there was no love
exhibited here but strange meandering fascination, stilted affection, the adulations of self created fantasies. in the end, i agreed with the love interest — this relationship is problematic, not because of the age gap, but because of the emotional whiplash and neglect towards our mc, stringing her about, tantalizing her, encouraging her in her hope. conor harkness is SUPPOSED to be this cool guy who’s only ever loved the mc, who’s kink is — OMG, cover ur fockin ears — breeding (he said it like, girl u won’t believe what im into likeee okay..) but hazelwood did not write his character with tact and that’s that. this is really not a romance book. 390 pages of insufferable characters & the smut was alright. it was fockin okay. it was SHITE!!! i couldn’t for a second believe she let him hit and kissed his check as instead of his lips. why are u fucking this man who’s treating himself as sex worker who won’t kiss on the lips as hes role playing his love for u??
i don’t particularly fancy any sorts of published contemporary smutty novels as they all resemble this one. im on the look out however for some good ones because this … she’s not
the 1, 2, or the 3.