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Hot Under His Collar
by Andie J. Christopher
I love forbidden romance, guilt, and Fleabag's second season, so was I excited a pro romance novel went there? Absolutely.
This was matched by my disappointment with how dreadfully boring and just...blech this was.
I did not realize upon picking this up (for the priest kink) that it was part of a series, but it is to the extent that Christopher does little to introduce the characters and their world; there are so many allusions to things that clearly happened in prior books. Also everyone is filthy rich and a) I hate them and b) it makes it seem silly that the priest and his bland love interest come together because they're desperately trying to raise $25,000 for the church's school. You're best friends with a billionaire. AHEM.
Anyway, the main characters are instantly in lust with each other but have no chemistry, the female protag's family is cartoonishly awful, and again: all the side characters (and the female lead) are apparently loaded but constantly reference pop culture and social justice issues in a pandering way. Relatable! There's even a lesbian nun who loves Derry Girls! I'm surprised Fleabag wasn't straight-out evoked.
What's there's not: any desperate longing and shame and guilt or any of the things that would make this kind of romance actually interesting. So here's my confession: I finished just to be spiteful. And I don't repent.
This was matched by my disappointment with how dreadfully boring and just...blech this was.
I did not realize upon picking this up (for the priest kink) that it was part of a series, but it is to the extent that Christopher does little to introduce the characters and their world; there are so many allusions to things that clearly happened in prior books. Also everyone is filthy rich and a) I hate them and b) it makes it seem silly that the priest and his bland love interest come together because they're desperately trying to raise $25,000 for the church's school. You're best friends with a billionaire. AHEM.
Anyway, the main characters are instantly in lust with each other but have no chemistry, the female protag's family is cartoonishly awful, and again: all the side characters (and the female lead) are apparently loaded but constantly reference pop culture and social justice issues in a pandering way. Relatable! There's even a lesbian nun who loves Derry Girls! I'm surprised Fleabag wasn't straight-out evoked.
What's there's not: any desperate longing and shame and guilt or any of the things that would make this kind of romance actually interesting. So here's my confession: I finished just to be spiteful. And I don't repent.