There are some books that, in theory, have everything I want (good solid writing, an extra “Maryse-like” hero , an issue to overcome, misunderstandings, steam, etc…) and yet despite that, I find myself struggling to connect. I can’t pinpoint it exactly, but I just know, at a certain point, I need to put it down and go onto something else. And usually I don’t officially review those, I just make a note on my “reading progress” page, instead.
But since I *squeeeed* big with excitement for wanting to read this one, I thought I’d let you in on my progress, right here.
Because that is the case for my latest “Friday-night” read, Fighting For Irish. Overall, it’s probably really good. I mean, just look at all of the enthusiastic 5-star reviews it has already received since it’s recent release, and this author has a great track-record. In fact, I suspect I may even have finally set it down right before I was about to get myself in a book-load of angst.
I mean, what’s not to love? He’s a bad-ass monster of an MMA fighter (sexy, tattooed and has his own personal “darkness” that makes him pretty much… unbeatable). He’s sent to “protect” his best friend’s sister-in-law (who’s hiding from the mob). Yep. Right up our alley! He befriends her (she doesn’t know why he’s actually there), pretty much acts as her own personal bouncer at the bar she works at (to her chagrin. LOL! He’s a little overzealous with her male clientele which is cutting into her tips <— tee hee!!), and then gets himself involved in her mob-related issues, forcing him to get back into the ring.
Sounds good, right?
So what, then? What was my issue? I made it to 60-something percent, but after frequent starts and stops I finally just… I dunno. I was reading it. I just wasn’t feeling it. I wasn’t scared, excited, swooning (and he was definitely swoon-worthy), and I didn’t find myself guessing in anticipatory glee. I just… it felt… like I was reading it from the outside looking in. There was a certain lack of intensity for me, emotion… despite the dark past the heroine was struggling with. Despite the dark past the hero was struggling with. No real highs and lows. No adrenaline rushes. No butterflies. Maybe it was too… even-keeled? Or maybe I was too even-keeled.
Like I said, when I put it down, I think poop was about to hit the fan, so I intend to pick it back up soon so I can finish it. I just didn’t want to finish it with my connection (or lack thereof) the way it was. So, no rating as of yet.
That said, I picked up another book from the same Frday-list, and that one hit the spot! LOVED it! My review to come shortly…