Unfortunately this story didn’t really work all that well for me. So here’s the deal – when I saw the disclaimer regarding 17+ readers/crude humor/adult content/etc. I was like YES PLEASE!. Being that I am a disgusting filth monger I thought the warning meant I’d be experiencing a lot of this . . . .
Sadly (for me) that wasn’t the case. This is why I hardly ever bother reading a blurb (and also proof once again that I really do read nearly everything wrong). After seeing how dark and twisted sweet little Angel can go with her writing, I just assumed she go to a super porny place when writing a romance. Instead I found a perfectly sweet little HEA with a whole hell of a lotta catfight leading up to the grand finale.
Yesterday vs. Tomorrow is the story of 30-something Amy. Not only is it bad enough that she has a mother who constantly reminds her about her ticking biological clock, but when she meets handsome new co-worker Grant she’s immediately informed by her other co-worker Valerye (“with a Y”) that she doesn’t stand a chance due to the fact that Amy is a dried-out old hag of “tomorrow” and Valerye is still a youthful and desirable “yesterday.”
I had a few problems with this story. First, I didn’t really like any of the characters. Grant was a total boner killer and I couldn’t imagine even wanting to breathe the same recycled office air as him let alone try to get him in the sack, Amy was an insecure douche and Valerye needed someone to make an emergency call to . . .
on her behalf. Second, this was a dialogue-driven story and those are real hit or miss for me to begin with so it was a roll of the dice whether I’d like the conversations *shrug*. Last is what I already mentioned above . . . .
The one thing I really did like was the thing that probably almost everyone else will complain about: Amy’s reactions to Valerye. I’m sure there will be plenty of ranty-raging regarding all of the “slut shaming,” but seriously if some bitch had the nerve to say things like . . . .
“Why would he want you when he could have me?”
Or . . .
“You keep telling yourself that. That’s just what the ugly girls say to make themselves feel better.”
I’d be all . . .
And you know what? If it walks like a
I don’t think so. Keep doing you, Angel, and I’ll keep reading.
Copy provided by the author in exchange for an honest review.