Review: *Facepalm*!
Rating: 3 out of 5
Date: 06 24, 2014
"Everything inside Charity's head screamed for her to run from Clay. To keep her wits about her, do her job, and stick to her personal code of conduct."For a person like me, this would be a simple decision. She didn't care about what the little voice in her head was telling her, because there was a louder one coming from down south, Screaming "Rule number seven be darned!""Charity could feel her carefully orchestrated world crumbling as she stripped her jeans off, exposing her long legs and a seductive BLACK LACE THONG."?Okay, from here is where the story lost me. Lets be serious. I personally am a slave to fashion, but if I had to book it out of my house in the middle of the night to rescue some dude, I would dress accordingly.Fact: women don't wear tiny, black, lace thongs unless they want them seen.Charity had to have been subconsciously plotting the debunking of this drunkard at some point that night.Simply absurd.On top of that, she willingly threw herself into bed with a guy who would have clearly used her up and tossed her away like trash when he was done. What kind of self respecting woman would risk her livelihood to do that to herself?Granted, it's a short story, so we have to throw morals, substance, depth, development and commons sense out the window when writing one of these books. And although the story was well written, it still lacked substance.And it was sure lucky for Charity that Dude was a tad bit more decent then she was. LOL!I can't like a story, if I can't respect the characters in it. Therefore, this one is not on my list of top reads. Sorry, but no.