Good stuff: charming characters, sizzly (but totally sweet) romance, lyrical writing. 
 Not so good stuff: ridiculous predictable plotting and, worse, the long drawn-out hesitation of our heroine Lola between her two romances. It's not so much that her ambivalence was inexplicable (Max only becomes a real asshole at the end), but that she behaves so badly toward them both -- and knows it, and so does everyone else-- and still keeps doing it. It's hard to be patient or sympathetic with that, especially when the winning boyfriend is so patient and long suffering himself.... 
 Not sure whether I'll try another of these. I feel like I already got enough of Anna and St.Clair without needing their own story.