If there is one thing I hate in the romance genre, it’s the double standard of acceptance that otherwise strong women seem to have for men sleeping around, yet female characters are supposed to be as close to pure as possible. Often, even if they aren’t virgins, they still maybe had sex once, and it, of course wasn’t any good. No one could possibly make them as happy in the bedroom as the H. And, frankly, this book would have been so fucking good without that same old shit in it. We have a male hero who sets his sights on Chloe, our heroine, and he’s pretty awesome, in most ways. However, he lost me when he said Chloe was everything a good woman should be. And what was one of those things? INNOCENT. Then, to make it worse, he finds out that one of the guys he works with dated Chloe in high school and that the guy had sex with Chloe. Of course, his toxic male ego gets bent out of shape. We are told that Landon (our male MC) was a guy who used to go out and have fun. He wasn’t saving himself for marriage. But he’s upset about Chloe. Even that I could overlook, if the author had maybe been like “Hey, you weren’t a virgin either. Big deal. Move on”. But, no. Chloe admits to Landon she only slept with the other guy once and it wasn’t good. That she regretted it. She should have waited. Because, OF COURSE LET’S MAKE THE WOMAN FEEL BAD ABOUT SEX. These books are mostly written by women. And read by women. And it’s fucking 2020 out there. Stop with the slut shaming. Please. It’s getting harder and harder to find books that I actually enjoy because this is such a huge part of the industry and it’s just shitty. We need to put a stop to the double standard. I’m fine with virgin heroines. I love virgin heroes, because they are like a unicorn in this genre. But enough with making it so toxic and writing it like a woman’s value is tied to how many people have seen her vagina. It’s just wrong. That said, I did give this one 3 stars because, other than this problem, the book is good.