Series: Hot in Chicago, #3
Published by Pocket Books on September 27th 2016
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The flames of desire burn out of control in this sexy third novel when ex-lovers unexpectedly reunite for a sizzling affair that will have the director yelling, “Quiet on the set!”
Actor Molly Cade, America’s fallen sweetheart, finally has her shot at a Hollywood comeback with a dramatic new role as a tough-as-nails firefighter that promises to propel her back to the big time and restore her self-respect.
Wyatt Fox, resident daredevil at Engine Co. 6, needs a low-key job to keep him busy while he recovers from his latest rescue stunt. Consulting on a local movie shoot should add just enough spark to his day. Especially when in struts Molly Cade: the woman who worked his heart over good, and then left him in the Windy City dust.
Their story is straight out of a script: irrepressible, spunky heroine meets taciturn, smoldering hero. But these two refuse to be typecast, and when the embers of an old love are stoked, someone is bound to get burned…
This first paragraph it seems, has to be my disclaimer. I’ve always enjoyed Kate Meader’s writing. Like her confident use of words and phrases, the odd bits of humour injected into the book despite the ridiculous exaggerations at times.
‘Sparking the Fire’ was one on the ‘to-read’ list for a long time, because I couldn’t wait to get my hands on the strong, silent and smouldering type, whose mysterious ways intrigued me from the start. But if I liked Wyatt Fox, I found myself detesting everything Molly Cade is. She is unfortunately, anything but irrepressible and spunky and an epic fail of a feminist icon or the independent modern woman, by coming across instead as a spoilt, entitled and flouncy actress who insists on getting her way and to whom everyone must bow, especially Wyatt.
I found it impossible to connect with an immature, reckless excuse of a ‘heroine’ who expected life to go her way or the highway, without an inch of compromise and respect when it came to Wyatt, particularly for his job which he knows better than what she proclaims she does.
I struggled, as a consequence. Huffed and puffed through my growing annoyance until I threw it in midway.
That much did I find myself wanting to put down the book because every little thing Molly did or said irked me immensely—and what use is the romance, when I can’t even buy into a couple I’m not entirely sure is suited to each other?