L. S. Hilton

This book has been on my TBR for so ling, I completely forgot what it was about.

I was pleasantly surprised that it was like a spy thriller with some smut. I have never read a book that uses c**t so much to describe a vagina and I was honestly surprised that someone hasn't tried to get it banned (not me, I think that word needs to be used more often, people give it way too much power).

I am excited because this is the first book in a series and I can't wait to read the next one. Judith really comes into her own in this book and seems to find her true calling. Can't wait to see what she gets up to in the next book.… (mais)

Judith Rashleigh is hoping to make a career in an exclusive English auction house when she stumbles on a suspicious sale, the knowledge of which eventually costs her her job. To keep her head above water she heads for Europe with a highly unattractive sugar daddy, and things go spectacularly downhill from there.

This is a wild yarn with a whirlwind plot but, honestly, Judith is such an annoying snobbish git one could never warm to her, let alone want to read the subsequent books in the series about her travails. Barely a paragraph goes past without the author name-checking some exclusive brand or another in order to build Judith's cred as a knowing fashionista. Hilton seems oblivious to the fact that the very last thing a truly stylish person would be doing is bragging about brand names; it's one of the many traits she gives this character that doesn't ring true and make her deeply unappealing.… (mais)