Published by Createspace Independent Publishing Platform on June 10th 2016
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He's back. Not just back in town, but living in the flat right beneath mine. And he looks good enough to eat, which is just one more reason to stay away from him. But I can't resist. The sex is incredible (pretty sure we've shaken the house right off its foundation), but he can't fool me-not this time. A degree in marketing and five years in advertising have taught me that "true love" is a fairy tale used to sell lipstick, diamonds, and perfume. It doesn't exist. He thinks I'm wrong, and he wants to prove it. I think he's crazy, so I dare him to try. It might be the biggest mistake of my life.
It’s hard to write a review for a book that you think you’d like but found that you disliked, doubly harder when it has garnered glowing reviews all around. Part of me feels terribly awful for even having thought that I’d lost a few hours in this story that I was never really going to get back.
But I personally thought that ‘Man Candy’ – as brave as it might be for taking on a role reversal where the woman’s the commitment-phobic one – could be succinctly summarised as a game of chicken that went round and round until something gave and someone ran away from the breaking wall of emotion. Yet…so what? A role-reversal isn’t all too uncommon these days and there are literally tons of incarnations where the woman is as twitchy as her male counterpart in getting involved.
Entirely predictable, with no delicious tension building up before both characters went horizontal, Quinn and Jamie’s straight to sex ‘relationship’ in the first few chapters made it beyond difficult to see how lust can lead to love when there was nothing too much I could look forward to but for this casual relationship to run its course before Jamie gave into her fear.
The pages and pages of long, drawn-out sex scenes actually got me bored while I waited for a deeper analysis of how much Quinn had trashed Jamie’s heart – an incident while I really thought instrumental in setting the course for how she behaved later – when they were teenagers, but it never came. Ten years later, he knew what he wanted; she didn’t and suddenly, *he* decided that the timing was right – and it wasn’t when they were teenagers? – as he started to look for a life beyond modelling. It was all rather patronising I thought, particularly when the last ten years were swept under the carpet when it should have been addressed. While many have hailed Quinn’s patience and understanding with Jamie’s issue, I’d hoped for more conflict that I could have dug my teeth in but there wasn’t too much to go on there beyond the expected resolution, the big ‘realisation’ on Jaime’s part, her grand gesture and the sudden, abrupt turnaround where the HEA descends like a cloud.
This simply didn’t work big time and I’m going have to write this one off like a bad taste in my mouth.