Synopsis: Everyone has secrets; secrets meant to be kept—hidden away where nobody can discover the truth. Adrian O’Donnell (aka: Dre Donley) is no exception. Dre spins tales and half-truths like it’s his job, keeping the reality of his past buried deep within each lie he fabricates. On the other hand, Kathryn Howell is the exception to the rule. She’s a straight-shooter, a tell-it-like-it-is, no filter kind of girl.
Kathryn’s honesty and straightforwardness is the ultimate turn on for a guy like Dre. He’s never met someone so sincere, so full of truth and innocence. Their chemistry is unavoidable, their connection, magnetic. When Dre sets out to make Kathryn fall for him, he doesn’t realize the grave mistake he’s making. Kathryn’s strength and convictions do not falter, even for an irresistible man like Dre. When his past resurfaces, and the lies come tumbling forth, Kathryn must decide if his deceit and betrayal can be forgiven or if the damage is irreparable. Will the truth ultimately destroy the relationship that neither one of them could deny or even attempt to resist?
This novel is for mature readers only, due to language and sexual content.
This book read like a typical teenage sitcom. There were moments I had to remind myself that I was reading and not watching an episode of One Tree Hill. The imagery was excellent, but the relationships lacked any realism. The whole thing was very anti-climactic and overdone…
The gorgeous young woman who didn’t think she was pretty.
The misunderstood bad boy turned Saint.
The shy, sexually inexperienced girl falls for said lonesome drifter sex God.
The religious, geeky, nosy parents.
Lying about identity.
…and the list goes on and on. And seriously if I have to read about Kathryn and her “honesty” one more time! That shouldn’t need to be stated repeatedly by the characters. We should get verbal whiplash from her honesty. The author did hit some pretty deep and socially taboo issues which I will applaud her for, but they were pointless because there wasn’t anything substantial to back them up. I was shocked each time a bomb dropped (which is a good thing!), and then seriously disappointed with the end result. The story line just barely touched the surface of devastation and never really allowed us to feel with the characters. We should have been sobbing and sitting with a stomach ache when they were apart, but nope! It was brushed over and resolved painlessly and quickly. It all just didn’t fit. This book was like great foreplay, but thoroughly disappointing in the act.
But the kicker is, Erotic? No. Way. I was shocked when I read Amazon suggested related books such as Beats, Unattainable, and Cage. Well, maybe Cage, he did turn out to be sort of a pussy. But that’s not the point. In no way would I label this erotic, and I think therein lies the problem. It really should be contemporary romance or young adult, and I rarely read AND enjoy either genre.
So, I think in those genres this book would do quite well. I can see teeny-boppers Dre groupies running now… but as for me,it just didn’t all come together.
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