Oh, man, this book. I've been a romance reader for the majority of my life. I cut my teeth on Nora Roberts before I was even a teenager. So it takes a lot for me to laugh at a romance, especially if it's not a romantic comedy or isn't even trying to be funny.

This book, however, had me laughing in second-hand embarrassment and disbelief. Look, I know this wasn't going to be an epic romance. I was looking for something that was dirty and quick. Wrecked met that criteria, but, this book is so over-the-top ridiculous that I can't help laughing out loud. Suspend disbelief on this one, readers.

The biggest issue I had with this book (other than it's ridiculousness) was the insta-love. Ugh, insta-love. I hate it. I get that this book was short so things had to happen quickly, but there's seriously zero run up to the hero deciding he's in love. Speaking of the hero … I really like how the author crafted Rogan. I wish this book was longer so we could get a fully fleshed version of this story.

This book is like when you're sort of hungry and are scouting your shelves for a snack. Suddenly you remember you have that giant bag of Doritos you bought last week and grab for it with a triumphant grin. You settle on the couch with your Doritos, turn on the TV, and mindlessly start munching away until, you realize, the bag is completely empty. You feel a little guilty for gorging on the chips because you know they aren't good for you (especially an entire bag in one sitting), but you also sort of don't regret it. That's what this book was for me. Gorging on something that is not the greatest, and, yet … yep, still no regrets.