I thought maybe this series had a chance. Clearly I'm an idiot. 
 I'm going to say that Abbi Glines other series - the Vincent Boys - was just a fluke because I haven't liked anything else she's written. It sucks because I genuinely liked that series. It was sweet and cute, precisely what that type of book should be. However, since then I haven't anything about her books likable. Or maybe because she can only write teenagers. This was supposed to be about adults, but given they handle situations like it's life or death - much like a dramatic teenager - it's hard to see them as grown-ups. 
 Just talk to your significant other. Maybe you'll understand his side of the story before running off with another man to save him from yourself. Maybe you overheard the conversation wrong. 
 Barf. 
 I checked out of this once she left because that was ridiculously stupid. 
 What's worse? The one character I DID like now seems like a complete and total douche. 
 Plus, the ending? 
 The big death scene? 
 Puh-lease. This was like watching a bad soap opera. BAD soap opera. All soap operas are bad so I can't even describe how bad this has all become. 
 The days of Rosemary. All my Rosemary children. Passions for Rosemary. 
 Oi.