God. Where do I even start? I have such a complicated relationship with L.J. Shen’s writing. She is undeniably talented, with a writing style that just immerses you into the story – sometimes when you don’t want to be. That first introduction to Hunter? I can’t even describe it. I was so ready to just set this one aside and move on, but I didn’t want to abandon it right away (I did preorder this baby, after all). And I’m glad that I didn’t. It gets significantly better as the story goes on – Hunter becomes a MUCH better “hero” (though he’s definitely still a pretty over the top character), there’s a lightness to the banter and dialogue between our couple, and I loved the fierceness of our heroine. But I never truly came to like Hunter, and that caused a disconnect from emotionally attaching to the love story.
I won’t share many details about the plot – it’s all spelled right out in the blurb. Essentially, Hunter is a playboy to the extreme (as if that opening chapter left any doubt), who comes from a mega-wealthy family and luxuriates in his lazy lifestyle. But after unintentionally making an outlandishly over the top sex tape, his father puts his money on lockdown. He’s to remain celibate and sober for six months while being put under the guardianship of Sailor, an archer whose sole focus is her sport and has little time to put up with the unrepentantly sexual playboy.
It’s an enemies to lovers romance that actually does remain pretty light – definitely lighter than some of the other books Shen has been writing recently. I really did love the dialogue and some of the playful moments between the two; I just wish there was a more obvious emotional connection there and that Hunter wasn’t quite so… Hunter. He’s the kind of hero who will take some time to win you over, and though I liked him more than I expected to at the beginning (as in: not at ALL), I was never truly rooting for him. I did like Sailor, though I wish she’d put up a little more resistance to him. It’s a steamy book, whether it’s Hunter’s dirty promises, heavy flirting, or actual intimate scenes, so that remains a constant presence throughout. Ultimately, I liked this a LOT better than Angry God – it’s still kind of extreme, but not to the same level. Had Hunter been a little less Hunter, I could definitely see myself rating this as four stars, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
I didn’t mean to star in a sex tape, okay?
It was just one of those unexplainable things. Like Stonehenge, Police Academy 2, and morning glory clouds.
It just happened.
Now my ball-busting father is sentencing me to six months of celibacy, sobriety, and morbid boredom under the roof of Boston’s nerdiest girl alive, Sailor Brennan.
The virginal archer is supposed to babysit my ass while I learn to take my place in Royal Pipelines, my family’s oil company.
Little does she know, that’s not the only pipe I’ll be laying…
I didn’t want this gig, okay?
But the deal was too sweet to walk away from.
I needed the public endorsement; Hunter needed a nanny.
Besides, what’s six months in the grand scheme of things?
It’s not like I’m in danger of falling in love with the appallingly gorgeous, charismatic gazillionaire who happens to be one of Boston’s most eligible bachelors.
No. I will remain immune to Hunter Fitzpatrick’s charm.
Even at the cost of losing everything I have.
Even at the cost of burning down his kingdom.