His Peace, Her Pleasure
Publisher: 304 Publishing Company
Release date: June 28th 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
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Peaches Ellinson has had enough of love and relationships. Now, the Harvard educated teacher by day, nude model by night, only wants to focus on her big picture dream to be the next great painter and well-respected gallery owner. With her goals in mind, she spends every spare minute doing what she can to make her business grow. The last thing she needs is a distraction, but life has other plans for her.
Santiago Garcia is a man who knows what he wants and knows how to get it, but his skills are challenged by a sexy artist who tests him at every turn. The harder he tries to make her his, the more she resists his demands, but he's determined to change her mind.
Tempted by the strong, sexy man who makes her knees weak and her heart go aflutter, can Peaches keep her head in the game or will she give into her desires and let her life take a different path?
Warning: Adult Content, Erotic Romance with Alpha male and fast paced, Shorty Story with a HEA. No cliffhanger.
The GingerSnap’s review
Feminists, do not read this book. I repeat, DO NOT READ THIS BOOK. There are so many wonderful books out there. Read one of them instead.
Why shouldn’t you read this book? Let us start with a list of all its faults.
1. An emotionally manipulative alpha hero with abusive tendencies.
Santiago Garcia, the main male character (I’m not going to call him a hero because he in no way has any heroic tendencies whatsofuckingever), is an asshole. And not just any asshole, but an asshole who thinks that he is the only person who should see, speak to and be around Peaches Ellison, the heroine, because she’s his. Every chapter from his point of view actually made me feel a bit physically ill, because it reminded me that oh yeah, men like this exist. But they shouldn’t exist in romance, unless they’re getting a serious feminist smackdown, which never came in this book. He also calls her “feisty” repeatedly, a word that is only ever used by men to describe women they deem somehow to mouthy for their tastes. Again, not very feminist. Which is basically this book’s brand. Not Feminist Romance. Ugh.
2. A plot that moved far too quickly and left me wondering, “um, wait, what just happened?”
I get that novellas are hard to plot. You have to pack a whole relationship arc into not very many words, and even the best writers have trouble with the format. This book, however, basically had no plot. We start out learning that Peaches is trying to save up money to open her own art gallery, and she’s doing dancing and nude modelling in addition to her day job as a Kindergarten teacher in an effort to make more money. I assumed, therefore, that this story would be about her getting the money together to open a gallery, maybe meeting a handsome hero in the process who supports her and tells her how great it is to follow her passions, especially considering her family isn’t very supportive. That’s not what happens. Peaches meets Santiago and the whole plot falls apart. It’s mostly dirty, not totally consensual sex between them for a big chunk of the middle of the book, then they break up, somehow the gallery opens, and then they get back together. There was no drama! No rooting for the romance! I basically only finished this book because it was so short and what else was I going to do on my lunch hour after my bowl of soup was finished?
3. A text that was riddled with so many mistakes it made my inner editor weep with sorrow.
I understand that editors can’t catch everything, but when every other sentence switches tenses, there are periods instead of commas, and random words are capitalised, it distraction from the book itself. Though, in this case, that was kind of a welcome distraction, since there were such gems as:
“Baby, I can’t promise to be gentle tonight.”
“Doll, I think I’m going to like this little chase you’re going to put up.”
Watching her aftermath had my chest tightening and pulse racing as I released inside her without any worries if she became pregnant.
YUCK. This is not what romance needs! Romance needs heroes who respect heroines, their bodies, their minds, their values, their lives. It doesn’t need jackasses, especially not ones like Santiago Garcia.
I would recommend this book to…
No one. Literally no one.