While I was reluctant to put the book down because I was riveted by the story and needed to know what happened next, I found myself laughing and snorting more than actually enjoying the book's contents themselves.

The story would switch between first person POV of the main male protagonist, Maxim Trevelynn, and third person POV of the female lead, Aleissa. While Maxim's voice felt more fleshed out and he had depth, albeit he reminded me of frat boys during rush week, at least he had a voice. Whenever the story featured Aleissa, she was like a pile of rocks. But even within that pile of rocks, there are some that are interesting. So I guess she was too. She could play the piano beautifully, could cook, and clean; essentially Aleissa was a foreign modern day Mrs. Cleaver. That pretty much sums up her character. She was a literal blushing virgin; she was whisked away on a private getaway by a rich, wealthy, sexily overdriven man who helped her learn just how sexy she was. I'm sorry, but that's super clichéd.

Regardless of this tom foolery, I did wind up finishing the book and just kind of being meh about it. This book, to me, is just another poolside book that you read while sipping a watered down margarita.