on July 24th 2017
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Winning the bet should be easy. Keeping their hands off each other is a lot harder…
After losing everything, socialite Lola St. James moves to Texas to convert her only possession, Red Oak Ranch, into a luxury bed and breakfast. After all it can't be that hard to trade in a pair of stilettos for cowboy boots.
Jack Canyon, her estranged husband and co-owner of the ranch, vows to stop her from turning his home into Barbie's country hotel. He knows her promises are meaningless, and he needs the land’s mineral rights to expand his business. He bets everything she won’t last a week as a cowgirl. She agrees—if he’ll turn over his half of the land. No problem.
Except now they’re forced to live together. New flames reignite until Lola and Jack can’t deny the red hot sexual tension between them. But when old betrayals resurrect, Lola must choose between running away or staying in Jack’s arms…
I gave up. And that’s a bloody shame, because I do like Carmen Falcone’s writing.
But this is entirely on me, because I couldn’t bear to read anymore about a selfish female protagonist who tries to blame everyone else but herself for her failings, right up to the end in what is a second-chance romance where both parties are still married but separated. Patching it however, seemed harder than a free trip to the moon and I’m simply inclined to think that this is mostly the shallow socialite’s fault who was spoilt silly, with a life that’s like the Kardashians’ superficial bubble until it fell apart.
With her tail between her legs and a half-formed plan to turn a house into a luxury tourist BnB, her sudden need to search out her biological parents to explain away her inability to commit to anything was quite the last straw for me, after learning that she walked out on Jack after her miscarriage and refusing to work anything out.
The problem is that Lola takes every easy way out, starts a project but never finishes, applying this principle to everything and everyone else in her life. Instead of hunkering down and working on that problem that she recognises, finding an external source to blame seemed like a cowardly act. Worse yet, wanting to hide the news of her pregnancy when it was the very thing the last time that tore them apart (all the while knowing Jack wanted a family badly) made her one of the most selfish idiots I’ve come to read about. In fact, I found it hypocritical of her to accusing her adoptive mother of being selfish and insecure by hiding information when she could barely see the irony in applying that very same thing to herself.
Clearly this isn’t the book for me at all. Just don’t let my personal grievances and rants stop you.