Alexa Night, $0.99
Contemporary Romance, 2015

When Chance Encounter opens, Allie discovers that her boyfriend of three years has been cheating on her with the stripper that lives downstairs.

Later, she receives this from someone who clearly intends to send it to someone else altogether.

I’m going to spank that ass so hard again tonight, you dirty whore!

So she chats up with him and asks for a pic.

He sends her that of a hot guy with perfect body, which of course has to be the real thing.

So she eventually tells him:

I’ll be on the Southside with a few friends tonight. In a red dress. If you can find me. You can fuck me.

This silly woman is going to be a serial killer’s warm-up gig, am I right?

You know what’s the best part? I thought I’d been getting some super hot sex marathon that will take up half the story. No, not really. I actually stop reading at one point because I am so sure that I must have accidentally skipped a few pages of torrid bedroom antics, but no, the sex is like “Blink? Too bad, you missed it!” kind of affair and worse, these two decide to hook up for good! Is the author joking? The romance here doesn’t even feel halfway believable, so why unleash it onto the unsuspecting public?

This admittedly dumb premise will work if it had been erotica, and the focus in on the spanking and the what not – especially with a cover like that. Unfortunately, the author must have chickened out or something, because the sex isn’t hot, and the romance can barely be qualified as “half-baked” – the author spends a lot of time building up anticipation for a hot sex scene, one with spanking, only to then pull the rug under the reader without even a by your leave.

I don’t know what the deal is, but Chance Encounter doesn’t seem to know what it wants to be aside from making me feel cheated of my time and money. I know, it’s only $0.99, but still, I shouldn’t be encouraging such things! The only thing this one is worthy of is the recycling bin.