One Hot Daddy
1043 pages (this story ends at 34%)
DNF @21% (62% if you consider that the book ends at 34%)
JFC, what the hell was I thinking when I started this book without first looking at the reviews?
First of all, it’s riddled with clichés. You have the naïve, small-town girl that’s new to the big city for a new job and desperate to prove herself. But uh-oh! She falls for the forbidden boss literally the moment they meet.
Then you have the badboy rock star turned magazine editor that has been reformed of his drug and sex addictions since having a kid. And the moment he sees the heroine BOOM! Boner. But he can’t sleep with her because of the no-fraternization policy even though he has slept with another woman he works with in the past and she’s clearly still hung up on him to the point that she treats the heroine like shit. But she’s so good at her job! She’s irreplaceable!
Secondly, this hero was just skeevy with his thoughts. Here are some gems (all after he meets the heroine):
Some random band guy: Dude, you remember ten years ago? When we playing that show in Queens? You grabbed that girl in the front row, lifted her onto the stage, and just started making out with her in the middle of the song.
A mad smile stretched over Quentin’s face in memory. He remembered that girl, how she’d pressed her lips onto his and lifted her legs around his waist.
“That was around the time when you got that tat in Paris.”
“I still have it of course,” Quentin said gruffly […] “Otherwise, I wouldn’t remember her name now.”
Wait, dude seriously got a tattoo of some random chick he hooked up with?? Di-fucking-sgusting.
Thinking about the heroine:
Her thin yet toned legs had been reminiscent of any groupie from his former band days, legs that had wrapped around his waist countless times as he’d fucked them from above- almost never remembering their faces, nor their names. Seeing Charlotte out there had forced him through countless memories, gorgeous ones.
As he’s pulling his dick out to wank it to “thoughts of the heroine”:
He remembered getting naked on stage, more than ten years before, and penetrating some raucous groupie in front of the drum kit, as fans watched nearby.
Thinking about how he shouldn’t pursue the heroine, but how if he did, she’d be so for it:
He’d watched them [groupies] dive after him, during his shows around ten years before [btw, we get it, most of this shit happened ten years before]. He’d flaunted it, bragging about the women who’d done anything he asked. And now, Charlotte was his employee, bound to do whatever he asked, regardless.
This sunuvabitch is seriously contemplating how easy the heroine would be because he was in a position of power and had the ability to ruin her if she refused. He’s mentally prepping sexual assault.
This is AFTER he’d already started sleeping with the heroine:
As he paced through the hallway, a tiny redheaded nurse walked past him, shuffling her ass from side to side. She had a tight, taut waist, a small, bird-like neck, and lithe feet, which pulsed across the linoleum at the speed of light. She wasn’t like these other hulk-like nurses. She was different. During his rock-star days, he would have branded her as fuckable and shoved her into a closet, stripping her panties to the floor. But Quentin felt nothing.
Well now wait a minute. He felt nothing? Um, no, pretty sure he was feeling some significant growth in his pants based on his thought process there.
Also, hulk-like nurses?
As a nurse, I am 100% offended by this on behalf of all nurses. Nurses are there to help patients and save fucking lives. Not be eye candy to asshole perverts and screw this author for contributing to such a ridiculous stereotype.
But I can’t say I’m surprised since almost all characters were just shallow caricatures based on overdone stereotypes that I’m seriously sick of seeing.
There’s the MCs and their clichés I’ve already pointed out. Then the flamboyantly gay friend that so wants to sleep with the heterosexual hero. Then there’s the hero’s coworker that happens to be the vindictive former fling that’s so hung up on her sexual past with him that she shouts it from the rooftops. Then there’s the professional competition that takes her job too seriously, but gets super jealous of the attention H gives the h and eventually resorts to bitter taunts. The ex-wife’s new boyfriend that has some boring job and wears khakis and turtle necks because ew, gross, right? Then the adorable yet too smart for her age daughter. And finally the ex-wife, who actually gets a pass because she wasn’t spiteful and out to cause drama. So, yay for creative deviation.
And finally, and I’m going to say finally not because it’s my last problem with the story but because I just want to get this review over with: the doormat heroine. The hero has sex with the heroine and she falls asleep at his place. He gets a call at 4am with a legitimate emergency. And instead of waking the heroine up and briefly explaining he needs to go and he’ll see her later or something, he tells her to get out. He’s back to the no-fraternization policy all of a sudden even though he’s already slept with the heroine numerous times, so he figures this is the perfect opportunity to be a dick and push her away.
When he doesn’t come in to work the next day, the heroine starts harassing her boss aka the former fling about where the hero is and it gets back to him and he gets pissed that she didn’t catch on that he was pushing her away. When he returns the following day he refuses to even look at her or acknowledge her existence. When she outsmarts him in one of his meetings, he storms out pissed. Then former fling proudly informs him that she has dutifully fired the heroine. Does hero get mad? Nope, he feels guilty for saying something snarky to former fling. Then he rushes out to go tell the heroine she’s not fired because even though he doesn’t want to be with her, she is really smart and good for the magazine. He finds her on the street bawling her eyes out with makeup running down her face. He has a sudden change of heart and kisses her. And she lets him. And immediately returns with him to work with a smile on her face and blissed that he wants her. She said nothing to him about how he treated her. Nothing.
And that’s when I called an end to my torture because I just can’t with this anymore. I never want to think of this book again.