January 12, 2015
Entertaining characters ignite the pages of the predictable second Fowler Sisters romantic thriller (after Owning Violet). Cosmetics heiress Rose Fowler is at the Cannes Film Festival for the opening of a documentary film about the family business. She’s wearing an indescribably sexy white dress and a priceless diamond necklace. Caden Kingsley is there to steal said necklace. An easy job—if it weren’t for the potent electricity between him and Rose. So he swipes a few other bobbles and hightails it to London to regroup, only to encounter Rose an improbable second time. And a third, and a fourth, and so on, in every position, in every location around town, for several days and nights. The sex is good, and these two might have a future together, but the plot goes exactly where the reader expects, and the thesaurus-reliant prose is recrementitious.