I read Real and then I read this, so pretty much, I read Real twice in a row. Normally I love the male perspective of a story the most, but this...I easily skipped over half the book by skimming because there was ZERO difference. There was nothing inside his head except for constant talk of wanting to fuck her and wanting to scent her and how Brooke is his and nobody else's. There was nothing that developed his character further. This book really wasn't worth wasting my time on, and I promptly returned it and Real to Barnes and Noble for a full refund.