Chapter One Chance Encounters She calculated the flight from Colorado to New York at three hours and forty-five minutes, after which, she knew her life would be forever changed—more so than it already had. Gripping the sides of the seat, palms sweaty, Emily Cooper closed her eyes as the engines prepared for takeoff. She had never been fond of flying; in fact, it scared the living shit out of her. Though she did remember times where the torture of being 30, feet in the air was actually worthwhile—the first time she left home for college, an escape to a tropical island, or a visit to see her beloved family. However, this trip included none of those enjoyments—it only held feelings of loss and grief.
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I shouldve put this book down and spared myself a headache. While I didnt hate it, I certainly didnt love it, either. Actually, I take that back.
It was pretty awful. Where to start with this mess? I cannot begin to explain how ridiculously annoying it is when a character laughs with almost everything they say, as if every word out of their mouth is funny enough to warrant a laugh. Not to mention the fact that, in this case, it was used as a dialogue tag.
This means that it should be punctuated differently. A period is needed as a separator between the action and the dialogue, not a comma. While I had many issues with this book, the biggest annoyance for me was Emily herself. The girl was a martyr to the extreme. Dillon manipulated her at every turn because she allowed it. She was blind because she refused to accept what was right in front of her face. Everyone could see Dillon for who he truly was, everyone but her. She accepted every excuse he threw at her.
If only the same applied for Gavin. Dillon was possessive, controlling, and manipulative. He had d-bag written all over him. Closing the door behind him, he shed the rest of his clothing and tossed them into a pile. Dillon walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and got in. Did you cover yourself up? Good Lord, did he expect her to go swimming fully clothed?
After downing a shot of tequila, a slight pang of guilt for not giving Dillon the little he had asked from her hit the pit of her stomach. She actually felt guilty for turning him down for sex. Nothing special. I mean, sure, he was sweet and all, but after a while, I just felt sorry for him. To his credit, he did eventually come clean, but, by that point, I was over his cowardice. He talked a big game, but that was about it—all talk, no action.
He more or less tolerated Dillon for reasons unknown. I found the book as a whole to be somewhat boring, and by somewhat I mean completely. It was melodramatic, predictable, and overly long and wordy. The plot relied too heavily on contrived miscommunication and misunderstandings.
Basically, it was angst for the sake of angst. It had potential, but fell short on delivery. One last thing: At first glance, I thought the couple on the book cover was two women.
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