The first chapters were awkward until I suddenly found myself completely enthralled by Gideon and Eva. It all started making perfect sense, every conflict had a subtle psychological background that made this book more than a series of somewhat clumsily written sex scenes. Then the plot kept thickening, the number of conflicts and resolutions mounted and I got lost in a jumbled mess of unfinished and half-finished resolutions happening too fast for such deep misunderstandings and issues. It all became too much for me: unconvincing and tiresome. The characterisation seemed to swerve dangerously off course and each new dramatic complication between Eva and Gideon to be solved in the same way. Serious lack of intelligence and wit showed its ugly head, and then it was all about finishing the book. 
 Still, Bared to You, compared to Fifty Shades of Grey (with which it lists), is like Joyce compared to Hemingway. I think my reading buddy can appreciate the comparison especially having in mind the linguistic sexuality of Joyce's talent. 
 Two stars for bringing my hopes up and then sorely disappointing me, for not making this book what it could be, and for making Gideon Cross 28 years old.