Prisoner of Love by Cathy Skendrovich

Prisoner of Love by Cathy SkendrovichPrisoner of Love by Cathy Skendrovich
Published by Entangled: Select Suspense on October 19th 2015
Pages: 171
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It was supposed to be a girls-only weekend in the California mountains. But when Lucy Parker is carjacked by a rugged stranger, her fun weekend takes a nighmarish turn. Now she's caught up in a dangerous world of stolen money, vicious drug dealers, and murder, and the only thing keeping her alive is her oh-so-hot captor.
Imprisoned for a crime he didn't commit, undercover cop Jake Dalton wants answers-now. Worse, he's dragged Lucy into the mix, and she's now guilty by association. With their lives on the line, the race is on to get to Las Vegas before they're killed...and they're running out of time.

Jake Dalton a.k.a. Nicky Costas has escaped from prison and he’s got his name to clear. Except that the kidnapping attempt worked out in a way he would have never thought it would when it’s Lucy Parker’s car he hijacks near prison. What he doesn’t count on is the instant attraction and how he’ll need Lucy…right up to the very end.

This started out great before descending into a cheesy mish-mash of classic Stockholm syndrome and melodramatic daytime soap with a heroine trying badly to reach the heights of ‘strong female character’ and failing badly. It was the intriguing prospect of deception and disguise that got me wanting to read this book, but what I got out of it seemed to be a chase across half the country with a weepy , unstable woman who thinks herself in love with a handsome ex-con/cop who second guesses himself a lot.

Many unbelievable moments challenged even my stoutest attempts at suspending disbelief and in particular, characters which hovered in between the 2- and 3-dimensional planes: the instant love for a hot kidnapper, the fat-calling names Jake’s adversary heaps on Lucy, the extended conversation Lucy has with that same man in Vegas and the almost-inappropriate insertion of humorous bits (Jake singing Lady Gaga in the shower, for instance) that seemed out of place with the overall tone of the story. There were introspective interludes for both Lucy and Jake, yet I hadn’t learned too much about them in those. But if Jake was hard to get a read on, Lucy was a lot harder to like; the constant crying and demanding to go wherever Jake goes got on my nerves and the obsessive fixation on her apparent plus size (size ten is far from it) was more a turn off than it would have been had it been a non-issue at all.