If you’re sitting there reading this review and thinking, what even is this book, it sounds terrible, then we’re on the same page. This isn’t a book that I ever intended to read. Harlequin isn’t my thing. Romantic suspense isn’t my thing. Personal vendettas on Texas ranches… definitely not my thing. But one of my newer book-related goals is to read everything I got at BookCon by the end of the year. And I feel like I need to mention that I didn’t try to get this book. It was shoved in my face as I walked past the Harlequin booth.
And thank god that I didn’t make any effort to get this book or spend any money on it because it was not good. I could tell by approximately page two (which was inexplicably marked as page eight??) that I was going to strongly dislike this book. The writing is just… not good. The plot is all over the place. The characters don’t make any sense. There’s plot twist after plot twist after plot twist and each one is more out there than the last.
I thought about doing a “number of thoughts I had while reading” kind of review, but that would require me to devote more time to this book, and I was not having that. This is a very short book, so pretty much the only positive I can think of is that it only took a couple hours to read.
#killingthetbr: five months on shelf