Divorced, Desperate and Delicious (Divorced #1) by Christie Craig

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Ever since photographer Lacy Maguire caught her ex playing Pin the Secretary to the Elevator Wall, she’s been content with her dog Fabio, her three cats, and a vow of chastity. But all that changes when the reindeer-antlered Fabio drags in a very desperate, on-the-run detective who decides to take refuge in her house–a house filled with twinkling lights and a decorated tree. (Okay, so it’s February. but she has a broken heart to mend, a Christmas-card shoot to do, and a six-times divorced, match-making mother to appease.) For the first time in a looong while, Lacy reconsiders her vow. Because sexy Chase Kelly, wounded soul that he may be, would be an oh-so-delicious way of breaking her fast. Now, if she can just keep them both alive and him out of jail…

I don’t know what to say. I started reading this and I was quickly drawn in. I enjoyed the characters and – while some of the story was a little…over the top – a lot of it was just great.

I probably shouldn’t write a review right now because I’m still feeling a little rage-licous. I freaking hated the ending. The ending turned into one big WTF for me.

I really hate it when non-trained people demand to be taken on a dangerous activity. It screams “stupid” over and over again. I hate it sooo much because it is only a plot mover and it’s beyond obvious. And it makes the person who demands to come along look extra special stupid.

It’s like this: My thing is English and books. Words. My husband’s specialty…numbers. Should I demand to do his job daily because I *think* he could *possibly* get into trouble at work? No. That’s just stupid. His response would be: “Don’t you have some books to read?”

So why do authors think it’s a great idea to send untrained people into situations where they are a hindrance and a burden?? It’s not cute and it’s not funny. It is a “I think I’m going to skim in rage now” moment.


Three stars which would have been 4-4 1/2 if not for the incredibly annoying ending.

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