3 Stars
Forget the summer I
turned pretty…that was the summer I got hips, acne, and utterly humiliated by
Aaron Richmond.
This summer? This is
the summer I had to marry the bastard.
When I walk down the
aisle towards my enemy, all to save the Coleman family fortune, I shouldn’t
give in to my wounded inner 14-year old-self. I should smile, blink up at him
prettily, and declare to have and to hate…
Err...hold.
Too bad I’m Granny
Madge’s namesake.
As soon as I
begrudgingly say, I do, I toss three tiers of wedding cake on my new husband,
kick him in the balls, and down a whole bottle of champagne.
He retaliates by
dropping me face-first in his foyer after carrying me over the marital
threshold.
I respond in a mature manner by eating a bag of chips in his bed and letting my cat puke on his pillow.
Yeah, this is totally
how I’d always fantasized about becoming Mrs. Richmond during my teenage
infatuation.
That obsession? Gone.
Never to return.
Not even when he takes off his shirt and his hair is slightly messy over his forehead…
In fact, I loudly
declare that I am dryer than my mom’s spelt muffins.
Suddenly that
six-five muscular body is hovering over me—the deep voice purring in my ear…
“This will go easier
for you if you aren’t.”
Gulp.
We’re not married
like that.
There’s a dangerous
glint in his eye when he drops the 530 page marriage contract on the table,
turns to page 280 and informs me that we have to consummate the marriage or the
whole thing is null and void.
“You should have read
the contract, Coleman.”
Damn him he’s right.
Because if I’d known
I’d have to sleep with my husband, I never would have married him.
Daisy was a doormat
throughout the story and she never grew a backbone. She was never a priority
even after Aaron realized his feelings. This type of book needs to have a
redemption and a strong character development and these were missing. It also
missed on being labeled a romantic comedy when there was so much trauma and
discord between characters.
Book 2 The Richmond
Brothers
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