Nobody can expect a "Silhouette" to be the next best novel, but this one was actually okay and I knew in what I was getting in before.

There's no secret here: they meet, they're something coming between them, but they cannot resist the sexual attraction between them. This is the recipe and it was used for so many books that nothing feels like new anymore, but this one wasn't that bad; probably because I was set of reading some bad romance and I didn't want to poke my eyes out with Twilight or 50 Shades of gray.

Though I must say, Bobby's reason to disappear with the cash is hilarious. For someone who wrote 70 books (Sherryl Woods), she really was out of ideas for this one. I've got the feeling she improvised along the way. :))