DNF at page 53. (At least I stuck to my 50 page rule!) So a lot of people love Jill Shalvis. I was excited to give her a try. It was just so vanilla. Uptight cop. Rebellious chick. They can’t be together bc they’re “oh so different.” I need something more in my stories. Kink. A twist. Beautiful writing. An insanely cool or weird character. Just something. And this book didn’t have it. It was like lukewarm chamomile tea – okay if it had been hotter but pretty blah as it was.