This book was a disappointment for me. While it had some humorous moments that made me laugh, it was marred by shallow characters, over-the-top spice, and a plot that went nowhere.
The profanity and vulgar language were overwhelming, and the two graphic sex scenes felt gratuitous and awkward. The way the male lead gawked at the heroine’s body, especially his focus on her muscles and figure, came off as juvenile and off-putting. The book touches on themes like racism, micro-aggressions, and misogyny, but they felt like forced inclusions rather than organic parts of the story.
Piper and her mom’s living situation next to the mansion on a Canadian island was a quirky setup, but the romance between Piper and the royal neighbor lacked depth and chemistry. The characters felt two-dimensional and flat, and there was no real tension or build-up in the romance. Piper psychoanalyzed herself constantly, and the lack of emotional depth made their relationship feel shallow.
The subplot involving her mom’s mental illness felt unnecessary and was used as a convenient plot device, without any meaningful exploration or real emotional stakes. It didn’t make sense in the context of the story and seemed more like an afterthought.
Overall, this story was a forgettable, cheesy romance with flat characters and a lack of real substance. It wasn’t a book I could get invested in, and I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone looking for a meaningful or memorable read.
