Cheryl Phipps, $0.99
Contemporary Romance, 2015
PSA first: Cheryl Phipps’s One More Kiss was once published as Seducing Megan. At least, that’s what it says on the copyright page. I’ve no idea if this version had been revised or expanded in any way, though.
I noticed right away when I begin reading that this one could have been better edited.
Just last week she’d had to buy a couple of new tires for her banged-up Honda Civic Coupe because her daughters safely was absolutely imperative.
I know, I know, I’m not the one to talk about everything being grammatically spot on, but come on, nobody has to pay any fee to read the stuff here, while the author is charging people to read hers. We aren’t playing the same ball game here.
Our heroine, Megan Adams, is a single mother of twin girls. Naturally, money is tight and she’s flailing all over because romance heroines cannot even breathe through their nostrils correctly without a big strong rich and hot man to prop them up.
Well, the man in question is Jordan Lambert, the wealthy newcomer that is using his disgusting wealth to buy up things and people and turn Dreamers Bay into a viable tourist destination and perhaps improve the local economy—ugh, what a vile and despicable thing to do.
So, he wants her to work for him at the resort? He thinks he can use his money to make her life so much more comfortable and less stressful? How dare he!
Meanwhile, she will continue to ask for advice on how to be a single mother of two from the only person she trusts: a childless BFF. I know the BFF is childless because Megan proudly tells me so.
She also continues to whine and mope about her life to her bestie BFFs in town, never doing anything but to flail around and needing those poor women to be her emotional tampon and unpaid listening ear. She tells me that these besties are all she needs. Who needs a wealthy man anyway?
I notice that no one asks those besties whether they enjoy being her emotional crutch 24/7. In fact, I’m surprised that none of them gives her a smack in the head and tells her to put out to that billionaire because they are all sick and tired of having to deal with her drama every damned day, but then again, it’s obvious by now that this story isn’t exactly entrenched in sound logic or believable human behavior.
In fact, let’s be real here: there is no real reason as to why the heroine doesn’t just let the hero have her before the week is out, aside from Megan being a bloody imbecile. Hence, the entire drama of this story hinges on the heroine being a tedious, whiny, useless dumb dumb that has to be dragged screaming to grab the hero by his big hot credit card and accept that he is the solution to all her problems.
Oh, and the other characters, including the creepy daughters, aren’t subtle at all when it comes to urging Megan to put out. It’s like the author is aware that the heroine is too dumb to help herself and the only way to save her and make sure that her kids won’t end up on TikTok complaining about their mother is by urging her to embrace Jordan’s bank account pure love.
Sigh. Has the author run out of alternative conflicts for her main characters? The author’s narrative style is actually fluid and readable, if one can overlooking some grammatical boo-boo here and there, but the plot is pure yikes.
Anyway, I’d recommend this thing to people that have a higher tolerance of nincompoop heroines. Everyone else may want to approach this one with a degree of caution.
