DNF for me. I was hooked for the first 20%, avoiding the pitfalls that were annoying me. I enjoyed the premise in the beginning, almost wishing the Mystery Man thing was drawn out a bit more for sexy comedic fodder. I was grinning and smiling, laughing and entertained when he showed up at her front door. 
 I found it hard to swallow that every man the protagonist met found her hotter than lava but she was boyfriend-free and it took Mystery Man a year and a half to tie the girl down. Her best male friend was in love with her but never told her this while dating other girls and wondering why she didn't figure out he was in love with her supernatural mind-reading skills. I literally mean that EVERY. SINGLE. MALE. She came in contact with was head-over-heels in love with her even without a conversation. Like 10 different men- instant want Possessive want. This made the storyline contradictory in the EXTREME that she was single or that her ex-husband treated her like shit, cheating on her. Why did every other man think her Goddess but the ex?. Instead of laughing with the book, I began laughing at the book while rolling my eyes. 
 Then when the middle lengthened with no conclusion in sight with the storyline not progressing- stalled-, I began to get very bored. A lot of girl talk that rehashed the previous scene and a lot of scary scenes that weren't scary and repetitive, and none of it was progressing the story. & A bored Erica means an Erica that will nitpick the book to death and will no longer be entertained- at all. I found myself in the land of skimmage, eye rolls, and scoffing for the past 5 days, wanting to know the end but then deciding it no longer mattered. 
 After yet another ambush, fire-bombing, drive-by, house fire, kidnapping. Two incidents, three tops, for excitement is thrilling, more than that and I get numb. I was like, "get hurt already, dammit!" "What are you made out of? Bulletproof Teflon?" For a bumbling, cosmo-drinking, lil black dress-wearing, female editor, she was always 5 steps ahead of the military, police, DEA, the mafia, and the Bikers but she was just sitting around and not actively trying to solve the crime that was plaguing her at every turn. Actually, she never even questioned what the hell was going on or why. Hawk said I didn't need to know... okay! let me stare out this window!. Destroying her home, her parents' home, and she just didn't give a flip! "Let's go out to dinner or girl chat!!!" "I'll fetch my lil black dress and let's drink cosmos. I don't care that my sister could be dying out right now. She's only my half-sister afterall." 
 She was staying at her parents after the first invasion. Then firebombed, so they were staying at her home that was drive-byed. Um... Girl, don't you give an F what happened to your parents after you literally moved in with Hawk? Were they in a hotel? 
 What a dutiful daughter. 
 WHAT? 
 Another point of irritation: WELP. Squishy. Yowsa... and the rest of their kind. Especially in the middle of a serious conversation or a sex scene. It broke up the emotions- utterly removed it. 
 While there were parts I enjoyed, they could not overshadow the overuse of the word BABY. Baby is a boundary you don't cross with me, along with grown women giggling (I don't hear cute girls or toddlers, I hear Eddy Haskell's cackle or malicious teenaged girls evilly giggling while pouring blood on Carrie). The narrator called everyone Baby, and everyone else called everyone else Baby. On one page she called Hawk baby, both girlfriends baby, where the girlfriends in turn called her baby... and then Hawk called her baby. ONE PAGE! When the protagonist called her own mother Baby, I was done. Kindle cover closed DONE! It's an endearment. If you call everyone the same endearment how much emotion can possible be in the word? It's no different than saying, "Hey, YOU!" 
 See, a bored Erica is a nitpicking Erica. Nitpicking 
 I'll stop myself before I keep up the mouth spewage. 
 I do recommend this book and the author to romance lovers- I truly do. I'm just a serious gal who needs depth- a LOT of depth- to keep interested. The book is sexy and hot, but I'm a weirdo that doesn't care how hot or sexy it is without some serious chemistry and buildup. I also need angst. Other than the days of the week, there was no angst. I like humorous as much as the next person but I'm too serious because sometimes humorous feels like juvenile to me- acting out of character or beneath your chronological age (not just in this book but most humorous romances). Grown women do NOT giggle. Well, they hardly EVER giggle. 
 If you own a house, a business, live your own life, are anywhere in the vicinity of 30 and over, you do not act like a naive teenaged idiot. Your innocence poofed when your ex tore you to shreds- ya know, made you put that wall up between you and everyone else. So when you never showed the wall other than Hawk saying there was a wall. I was like, "what freakin' wall? She's just following your lead- EVERY-Freakin'-Where!" 
 *Deep Breath* 
 I need my current read to elicit emotions out of me, make me bleed, and entertain me, whether a tear or a laugh. 
 I give all DNFs a 3 star rating because they were clearly not for me. It has nothing to do with the genre or author or the writing. The book was just obviously NOT for ME! 
 Truly, comedic romance, contemporary romance, romantic suspense readers will LOVE this book and author... 
 If anyone reads this review that has read the series, please comment on whether or not any of the other books are more serious or emotional with some depth, please. I'd appreciate it. If so, I'd make an attempt to finish this novel and try out the next.