This feels like a badly written TV movie: a woman victimized by her abusive husband, falling into the clutches of a criminal mastermind but eventually stumbling into true love. Too much language, drug use, sex, shopping, and details that just didn't add up. The dialoge was also annoying with all the "I am" and "I will" sentences (what do self-published authors have against contractions? They're a natural part of our daily speech!) Mild spoilerish alert: there's no way that the police would have just let her go on her merry way at the end, as she clearly had agreed to money for an illegal act. And lastly, the ending - although mildly unexpected - was trite and disappointing. Final line: "It was the happiest day of my life, and I never felt lonely again."
I felt like I'd eaten a giant, greasy taco after finishing this book: annoyed with myself for finishing the whole thing and slightly nauseous.