this is why i've drifted further and further away from small-town romance books. i'm just officially done with them. they rely on the most outdated, overdone cliches known to romance literature and you just wonder why writers can't give you something new and original already, like we haven't read this story over and over... bleh. the story jumps right into the "romance" in page 1, with the most cheesiest, contrived dialogue that makes you cringe and roll your eyes because you know no one talks like that outside a cheap porno. you can't connect with such artificial, flat characters. i didn't finish the book. i don't know what the point of this story was. "good girl gone bad" isn't enough of a plot to weave a story. there has to be more to that plotline. WERE we supposed to get lost in some story here, to invest ourselves in the lives and thoughts of any multifaceted, complex, human characters? or were we meant to just be impressed with their sappy, almost sleazy monologues about how they drive each other crazy with lust? nah, man. i really enjoyed samanthe beck's best man with benefits story so i don't want to give up on the author yet. she can do so much better.