I remember one of the first responses I got to some writing I did early on -- it was a pretty caustic email that basically ended up being a whole lot of frustration on the reader's part about the potential in what I'd written, but the utter lack of carrying it through. That's essentially what I felt here.

I suppose this is erotica -- possibly the first book truly in that genre that I've read despite my months-long romance kick. And, as such, the sex should have been good. Right? But instead it felt like a whole bunch of scenes -- some more explicit than others -- thrown together with the intention of eliciting heat, but falling entirely short. I think the problem is that I know Alison Kent can be a great writer. (Yes, I've only read one other book of hers, but it was soooooo much better than this one.) I wanted to care about these characters and see the attraction, but I just couldn't. Heck, I wanted to feel the heat, but I couldn't feel that either. It just wasn't there for me. I need actual character development.

I'm not going to stop seeking out this author's earlier works -- Second Chance Cafe was just too good for me not to want to read more of her books -- but I'm definitely going to lower my expectations for some of the older titles. ( )

The email messages that tied this into the other two books of the trilogy were distracting, I would have enjoyed it more without them.
The two relationships show here were engaging, and the story amusing.
The big point of conflict, that he didn't tell her he was a writer, didn't work for me. I have no idea why she got so cranky about it. ( )