Avon Impulse, $4.99, ISBN 978-0-06-244119-5
Contemporary Romance, 2016
Weston Gallagher was once the bad boy of Wildwood. He made the men cry and the women scream. His buddy’s sister Harper Hill was a mousy plain young girl who eventually blossomed into someone with bigger assets and hot factor. They kissed one night and it was wonderful, and then he was gone the next day. Now he’s back as a fireman determined to show everyone that while his hose is as big as ever, he’s capable of being responsible and what not too.
If you have read romance novels for a while, I’m sure you have heard everything before. Ignite is exactly like those stories, West is that guy, Harper is that gal, and this is one of those reviews.
What else can I say? He doesn’t think he can do forever, she is still smarting from a break-up, they have sex, West does his obligatory heroic fireman thing, the end, now go buy the next bad boy’s book. Things may become interesting if the author had gone all hardcore erotica on everyone and pulled out all the kinky stuff one can do with hoses, helmets, and what not but no, this one is determined to be as all out nondescript and generic as it can get.
Okay, I suppose I should say something a bit more. Well, nobody’s particularly annoying here, which is nice, but I have no idea why anyone will want to read this thing when there are so many other stories that are just like this one. I suppose one can adore it if one tries – or drinks – hard enough, but why? Why go through all that effort? Anyway, whatever.
