I don't like to say I read "guilty pleasure" books, because I don't really believe in the concept. Reading is reading and read what you like.

That said, this is a book I did feel guilty while reading. I felt a bit guilty for kind of being turned on by it (despite it being very very troubling). The story is basically a fuck-fest between a hot, sexy interior designer and a billionaire bad boy English Lord of indeterminate age, who, if he wasn't the hottest thing you ever met and so rich he could buy the moon, you would call the police on for his crazy, stalker, abusive behavior. He's controlling (no swearing, can't dress the way you want to, gets in fights, etc), he's kind of scary, he says he isn't a dominant which makes it worse (no rules for him thank you very much), and he may or may not be stealing the heroine's birth control pills. Someone definitely is.

There's slut-shaming, there's a scene with really unbelievable butt-sex, and there are so many repetitive lines and happenings that I felt like the author was using the "copy/paste" function to pad the book. The book is pretty damn large, so come one, cut out a few of the "watch your mouth" scenes. Also, he can swear like a sailor, but NOT FOR HER. I would understand this more if he did not like swearing? Just seems very weird.

From a plot standpoint, there is just a complete lack of communication between the two characters which leads to all of the drama and tension (boring), and a lack of character development. Also, there is a cliff-hanger. Blah.

So, I read it. It is a a good book for a wank, if that is what you're looking for. I also put the next book on hold because I'm a glutton for punishment and again, guilty pleasure.