God, how dissapointig. It was a while ago that I read Flat-Out Love, but I remember loving it, and when I realized that Left Drowning was by the same author, I guess I inadvertently built up expectations, even knowing how bad of an idea that is. 
 Not only was this book long as shit, but it was so unrealistic that my eyes felt permanently glued to the back of my head from rolling so much. There were just too many coincidences. I'm all for fate or destiny or whatever you wanna call it, but every single turning point in this book was a case of major author built convenience. 
 The MC (Blythe) was terribly repetitive, her inner monologue consisting of mostly 4 thoughts. 
 1. I'm depressed but not really (view spoiler)[but not depressed enough to stay away from parties (hide spoiler)] 
 2. My life sucks but for good reason (view spoiler)[its been 4 years since my parents died but I'm determined to hold onto it (hide spoiler)] 
 3. I love the Shepherds (view spoiler)[even though I hardly know them or know anything about them (hide spoiler)] 
 4. Can he feel this chemistry between us too? (view spoiler)[its not chemistry. it's called fucking lust. (hide spoiler)] 
 It was written well enough, but a third of the book could have been shaved off without losing anything, proven by the fact that I skimmed the last 30% of it and still knew what was going on. 
 Oh and the sex scenes. JHC. SO. MANY. I'm not against them, I swear, but when they're all the fucking same and right on top of one another- gag me. I can only read about how wonderful someone's vajayjay is so many times. 
 I was in a reading slump before this, and now I feel seriously depressed. I'd drink some vodka if I could, but I think it's considered a poor decision when with child. 
 Oh and they should really introduce a half star rating on here. Cause while this wasn't the worst book I've ever read, it certaintly does not deserve 2 stars. So 1 star it is.