Published by Entangled: Ignite on November 9th 2015
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Undercover vice cop Russell Bridger hates his new assignment doing surveillance on the home of a suspected traitorous spy. That is, until he receives orders to cozy up to the man’s sweet, beautiful neighbor...and find a way to move in with her for the duration. But things don’t go as smoothly—or seductively—as he’d hoped when she tells him she hates cops with a passion and wants nothing to do with him, his lies, or his damn assignment. Or under the covers...? Cops in Mary Alice Flannery’s family keep dying, and she doesn’t think she can take another shot to her heart. So when the infinitely sexy road crew guy she’s crushing on big time turns out to embody her worst nightmare, she must decide what kind of future she wants...safe and lonely, or wild and dangerous but filled with love?
Put a commitment-phobe undercover cop and a prim kindergarten teacher together and the sparks they generate should fly…or so this book claims. In which case, a garden-variety erotic video should do the trick.
But both Mary Alice and Bridge resemble walking, talking clichés of the shy woman and uncommitted man so much so that I was tempted to skim for hidden evidence of deflowering, lace drawers and bicep-clutching kisses. But the repetitive character exaggeration – whether intended or not – simply detracted from the special type of urgency and gravitas I’ve come to expect from romantic suspense and in doing so, made it difficult for me to take this story seriously.
There’s so much emphasis on mutual attraction and bodily parts that it got me bored – I was starting to get a mental image of a Victorian governess whom a rake has set his eye on -, and with the case itself was slow in coming to fruition, every paragraph soon became an exercise in patience. If I had a hard time believing Mary Alice’s real-ness, it was even harder to do so with Bridge, who apparently couldn’t find his own way into relationships and commitment because he lived the excuse of not wanting to put any woman through what his own mother went through for living fast and free. Unfortunately, I felt Bridge never really left sleaze-land and Mary Alice should have had a better residence built in the clouds.
Was ’Stop in the Name of Love’ meant to be amusing, in any case? If it wasn’t, then maybe it was all lost on me.