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This is, perhaps, the worst Jill Mansell book available. None of the characters are likeable, and the storyline, which starts off rather well, is long and drawn out. The book goes on about 400 pages too many and, by the end, I found myself not even caring how the book ended, just happy that it did. The Monahan brothers - Max and Ross - run a very posh/lucrative hotel and use their status to bag lots and lots of women. Hundred between them - they are both love em' and leave em' types and no one can get them to commit to a relationship. Tessa and Holly are best friends with their eyes set on Ross and Max; they spend the entire book either chasing the men or running from them, and meanwhile, the guys continue their affairs without regard for Tessa and Holly. The problem with this book was with the characters; they are deeply flawed (all of them) and, the men in particular, make no excuses for their behavior/affairs. In fact, you get the impression that they really mean what they say - they don't want a relationship and the women who are trying are just foolish. The light comedy that injects itself into most Mansell books was missing from this book and I wouldn't recommend it.

I have read a few of Jill Mansell's books and this one so far was my favorite. This one had me turning the pages trying to find out what was happening next. If you enjoy drama and scandal in a book, then you'll enjoy this one.

Well, I would like to really tell you how I feel about this book, but it would most definitely break two of Amazon's rules: Profanity or spiteful remarks/ Obscene or distasteful content. Run away from this book and if you trip and fall, just crawl as fast as you can and don't look back. Here is just a snippet of my the full review on my blog:
"This story should have been entitled 'Philanders and The Women who Shamelessly and Desperately Cling to Them Because They Have NO Self Esteem and Would Thus Like to Be With a Man Who Would...."

Can't give away any of the sordid details. Never have I felt so violently ill after reading a book. As for the supposed wit (read that little nugget elsewhere) in this book, I've seen more at funerals.

Sighs, if only there were zero stars.