I often find myself searching for.... approval when I review these kinds of books. Something along the lines of: "Why, yes! It was smutty. And did nothing to further my intelligence. But that's okay? Isn't it? Validate me!" 
 But If you're reading this review, it's because you want to read it too, or you're my friend, or my mom (Sorry mom. It could be worse. I could be pregnant). 
 I have read every single book co-authors/BFF writing duo Christina Lauren has published. Multiple times. Except Sublime, because it did not feature any sex. So I'm versed in their...preferences in most books. Let me break it down for you: 
 SINGLE GIRL. SINGLE AND UNLOVED BUT SPUNKY. AND HOT. 
 HOT GUY. DARK HAIR. OVER 6'1. INTUITIVE, GIVING, GOOD AT DIRTY TALK. KIND OF AN ASSHOLE 
 HOT WHITE PEOPLE HAVE HOT WHITE PEOPE SEX WITH SOME RELATIVELY VANILLA/FANFICCY KINK. USUALLY LIGHT BDSM. 
 HOT GUY IS ONLY GUY TO EVER MAKE SINGLE GIRL ORGASM. EVER. 
 SEX IS GOOD, BUT IS THAT.... FEELINGS? 
 WHY ARE THREE STRAIGHT GUYS HAVING BRUNCH AND TALKING ABOUT THEIR SEX LIVES LIKE THIS IS SEX AND THE CITY? 
 EVERYONE IS SECRETLY IN LOVE. DISAGREEMENT. HOT GUY AND GIRL FIGHT AND THEN CEASE ALL CONTACT. 
 PUSHY FRIENDS ARE PUSHY AND GET THEM TOGETHER. 
 FEELINGS? 
 FEELINGS. 
 YAY TWO STRAIGHT WHITE PEOPLE SET ASIDE THEIR DIFFERENCES AND CONTINUE TO FUCK. ALL IS WELL WITH THE WORLD. 
 Do you see where I'm coming from? 
 That is my source of shame from reading these novels. I can look anyone in the eye and tell them I read erotica. But cliched erotica makes me want to dive off a hotel balcony in shame. SHAME. 
 I liked Finn. Finn was if you put Bennett and Will in a blender and made a delicious white boy smoothie. But Wild Seasons is just a re-hash of the Beautiful series with the added bonus of the awful "Drunk Married in Vegas, What Should We Do Next?!" plot that I've only seen in trashy movies and Harlequin novels. Ansel is obviously Max. Oliver is Bennett. Finn is Will. Mia and Harlow and Chloe and Sarah all act the same. 
 That being said, I enjoyed the read, I was just annoyed when I put thought into it. The sex delivers, oh boy does it deliver, but a good chunk of the book is not fucking and that's when I didn't care. Also there's a cancer subplot they almost went with in Beautiful Bastard, but it is fully committed to here and it is painful to be sucked into because these books are pure fluff and it so clearly did not belong there, despite what was going in in the author's personal lives. 
 I'm going to continue to read Christina Lauren's books. Because the drama is not their strength. Two people having slightly edgy but still uncontroversial sex is. They've made it an art at this point.