I think Penelope Douglas is capable of better. Where she can write bold, awful, wonderful and twisty heroes with layers this felt cliched and half-hearted.
K.C. and Jax have been side-characters in a couple of books. Now it’s their turn. They both have family issues (a personally loathed plot point). And secrets. They’re all bottled up. Nothing here felt new and exciting. A lot of it felt unrealistic and trite. Both characters in a tepid middle-ground when Douglas is so capable of writing the unlikable and making them lovable.
I’ve been reading a lot of bad-good-guy romance lately and thoroughly enjoying it. This just felt like tepidly-annoying and unconfident bad guy. Meh.