He'll teach her how to bring a man to his knees...
Dr. Ellie Swan has a plan: open her practice in tiny Bluelick, Kentucky, so she can keep an eye on her diabetic father, and make hometown golden-boy Roger Reynolds fall in love with her. But Ellie has a problem. Roger seeks a skilled, sexually adventurous partner, and bookish Ellie doesn't qualify.
Tyler Longfoot only cares about three things: shaking his bad boy image, qualifying for the loan his company needs to rehab a piece of Bluelick's history, and convincing Ellie to keep quiet about the "incident" that lands him on her doorstep at two a.m. with a bullet in his behind. The adorable Dr. Swan drives a mean bargain, though. If sex-on-a-stick Tyler will teach Ellie how to bring a man to his knees, she'll forget about the bullet.
Armed with The Wild Woman's Guide to Sex and Tyler's lessons, Ellie is confident she can become what Roger needs - if she doesn't fall for Tyler first.
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Entertaining romance, careless performance
Not Sure Which Is Worse
If I ever had a doctor as ignorant of real life as Ellie, I would turn right back around and walk out of the door of her practice, and run, not walk to the car to get away. I can't finish this book, because I can't feel any connection at all to the main character. She is the very definition of Too Stupid To Love/Live...which is doubly scary since she's a doctor. Totally unbelievable character, and no way Tyler would be able to put up with someone like that. Add to that a narrator with a nasally, rhythmically flat performance, and I couldn't finish this book. As it was, I was screaming in my car that "nobody is that f---king stupid!", and that's even with the boring narration.
I love a geeky, smart, strong woman. I get OCD, because I married it. In no way did Ellie realistically portray either of those things. I need someone that is so obsessed with being smart, and making lists, to at least know as much as the average 8th grade dropout. Habitat for Humanity is not a secret society. So. Completely. Unbelievable.
NO. Just, no. It's an erotic, contemporary romance. Not a a recitation of a boring textbook from school. The nasal part I can get over. The rhythmic cadence, no matter if she's telling us what the character is wearing, or if the main couple in the book are smack dab in the middle of the best sex that's ever been had in the universe, is not at all what I need to hear in a romance book narration.
Disappointing, on so many levels.