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3.53 AVERAGE
3.53 AVERAGE
3/5
I really enjoyed this book, it was nice and light. Not too much, if not anything, going on in the plot department; but I fell in love with the characters, though I wished Jade would've grown up a little bit or something. I think it had a lot of potential and we did not even get to see the tip of the iceberg, and that disappointed me a little bit. Also, bonus points for being free on Amazon.
“Life is what you make of it, right? I'm all for crazy bets and tense moments. At least I'm actually feeling something while it's unfolding.”
I really enjoyed this book, it was nice and light. Not too much, if not anything, going on in the plot department; but I fell in love with the characters, though I wished Jade would've grown up a little bit or something. I think it had a lot of potential and we did not even get to see the tip of the iceberg, and that disappointed me a little bit. Also, bonus points for being free on Amazon.
More like 2.5 stars. I didn't hate it but it didn't make me want to continue the series.
funny
lighthearted
fast-paced
A fun, fluffy romance with minimal angst. I wish we had gotten more back-story about the characters, as they felt a little flat, but I liked the build-up of their love story. I'm assuming the next books will build on the story, as it left things a little unresolved.
DNF @ 30%. I couldn't find anything to like about this.
The heroine is so stupid and inconsistent it hurts to read her POV sections. First she knows all about gambling because her grandfather taught her as a kid (which is weird?) but then, without even realizing it at first, she tries to help her boyfriend cheat at poker and gets caught, because she does it so badly. Then she's rightfully pissed when his opponent (and her eventual "love" interest) suggests the boyfriend bet her to cover his losses, and even more pissed when he does, and then loses.
So the hero (and I use that term only because it's standard for romances, not because Shep deserves it) "wins" her in a card game, and she slaps him and dumps her boyfriend. "Good for her!" I thought for about two minutes, until she's so super-attracted to the hero that she's waffling about whether or not it's okay to win a girl in a card game. Her best friend doesn't think the bet is a big deal. Also her best friend is the most stereotypical and bland of all best friends; she's clearly a party girl and talks about sex all the time, with the heroine, basically telling her to get some. And I'd be all for the sex positivity, if the heroine wasn't constantly slut-shaming her best friend internally for all of her gross, slutty ways. No, thank you. I expect the female characters in my romances to be allowed to enjoy sex. It's kind of the point!
But said best friend also doesn't necessarily think the heroine should have dumped her loser boyfriend, because the bet didn't really mean anything, right? And if he'd won, the payout would have been $50K! So clearly it's okay to bet your girlfriend, right? (I'm totally with the heroine here, his ass is gone.)
So H and h run into each other at a frat party, and he immediately manages to whisk her into an empty bedroom on the flimsiest of pretexts and starts flirting with her. And eventually distracting her so much with his charm and wit (not!) that she doesn't even notice his hand up her skirt.
First of all, no. I've always noticed when some guy is trying to get into my clothing, whether he's been invited to or not. Does this heroine not have nerve endings in her skin? Or is her sense of self-preservation so atrophied by stupidity that she literally can't detect a guy trying to stick his body parts in the vicinity of her hoohaa? Because I call bullshit on that.
Secondly...she likes it. She "knows" what he's doing is wrong, out of line, inappropriate, whatever; but she's so attracted to him, he's so mesmerizing, that somehow it's okay both that he's an obvious asshole for intending to "collect" on the bet (which, might I remind you, she didn't make on her own behalf) and that he's sexually assaulting her.
How is any of this a) romantic, or b) morally acceptable?
The heroine is so stupid and inconsistent it hurts to read her POV sections. First she knows all about gambling because her grandfather taught her as a kid (which is weird?) but then, without even realizing it at first, she tries to help her boyfriend cheat at poker and gets caught, because she does it so badly. Then she's rightfully pissed when his opponent (and her eventual "love" interest) suggests the boyfriend bet her to cover his losses, and even more pissed when he does, and then loses.
So the hero (and I use that term only because it's standard for romances, not because Shep deserves it) "wins" her in a card game, and she slaps him and dumps her boyfriend. "Good for her!" I thought for about two minutes, until she's so super-attracted to the hero that she's waffling about whether or not it's okay to win a girl in a card game. Her best friend doesn't think the bet is a big deal. Also her best friend is the most stereotypical and bland of all best friends; she's clearly a party girl and talks about sex all the time, with the heroine, basically telling her to get some. And I'd be all for the sex positivity, if the heroine wasn't constantly slut-shaming her best friend internally for all of her gross, slutty ways. No, thank you. I expect the female characters in my romances to be allowed to enjoy sex. It's kind of the point!
But said best friend also doesn't necessarily think the heroine should have dumped her loser boyfriend, because the bet didn't really mean anything, right? And if he'd won, the payout would have been $50K! So clearly it's okay to bet your girlfriend, right? (I'm totally with the heroine here, his ass is gone.)
So H and h run into each other at a frat party, and he immediately manages to whisk her into an empty bedroom on the flimsiest of pretexts and starts flirting with her. And eventually distracting her so much with his charm and wit (not!) that she doesn't even notice his hand up her skirt.
First of all, no. I've always noticed when some guy is trying to get into my clothing, whether he's been invited to or not. Does this heroine not have nerve endings in her skin? Or is her sense of self-preservation so atrophied by stupidity that she literally can't detect a guy trying to stick his body parts in the vicinity of her hoohaa? Because I call bullshit on that.
Secondly...she likes it. She "knows" what he's doing is wrong, out of line, inappropriate, whatever; but she's so attracted to him, he's so mesmerizing, that somehow it's okay both that he's an obvious asshole for intending to "collect" on the bet (which, might I remind you, she didn't make on her own behalf) and that he's sexually assaulting her.
How is any of this a) romantic, or b) morally acceptable?