It’s not the act. It’s the details...
Incredibly tight-lipped and painfully private, Anthony Phoenix has been known to make lesser women cry. Luckily, Summer Staite is by no means a lesser woman. It’s her job to know his type—rich, handsome, famous and used to getting what he wants. A dangerous, seductive combination. Luckily for her it’s not the man she’s after. It’s his story. A story that’ll earn her the respect she craves—one they tell her is impossible to get. “They” have no idea how far she’ll go.
With his freight-train vocals, dark intensity and brooding good looks, Anthony is well aware he presents a challenge to the brazen columnist from Stripped Magazine. Yet she intrigues him more than he cares to admit. Beneath her soft, girl-next-door façade, she drips with the kind of sensuality that makes him edgy. High. And completely stupid. Stupid enough to let her get into the act...and under his skin.
This was a very quick read. Don't tell but, uh, I finished this today while attending meetings at work. I was sleepy, okay? Don't worry, I gave the requisite head-nodding and monosyllabic answers.
Unlike other books where I think that endings are pretty rushed, I thought the start to this actually was. Rushed in way that I thought Summer was easy. Although I couldn't blame her because our guy Anthony here was a rockstar. I hate it when that happens, you know. "Hold on to those panties, girl" and all that.
Nevertheless, the ending pretty much made up for the kinda blah start. The one thing I hated having read this at work was that the ending made me tear up a bit. I was holding it all in and trying to flutter off the tears as if I was Betty Boop. I don't know why but it just got me. Or maybe I was just too sleepy earlier? Bottom line is: this was a better read than expected.
Final verdict: 7/10. Good quickie read.