Gary Marvel

This book is Next Level misogyny. I’m a dude, by the way. A middle-aged, halfway-to-conservative, heterosexual, married dude, and yet even I felt bad for the author if she thinks this is anyway resembling romance. It’s so a hair's breadth away from domestic violence that you feel like one of her vapid two dimensional characters should step in and inform the protagonist that he’s just a violent, mental Sasquatch. The book is also just not well written.