1. The Dark Witch by Nora Roberts
I am normally a Nora Roberts fan--I've been reading her books for over 10 years now, starting when I was either 15 or 16 years old--but over the last few years, I haven't been able to read her trilogies. This started with her Inn Boonsboro Series (I plan on trying this one again sometime in 2014), which I managed to read 1 1/4 books (I stopped somewhere in the beginning of the 2nd book). I had fairly high hopes for this series because I really like her paranormal (or ParaNora) books, but I just couldn't get into this one. I thought it was slow to start and I just couldn't connect with the characters once the contemporary part of the book started. This book actually left such a bad taste in my mouth that I couldn't bring myself to write a review of it.
2. At Last by Jill Shalvis
Yesterday, I wrote about how much I love the Lucky Harbor series by Jill Shalvis, but there was one book that I just wasn't crazy about. I liked the book until almost the end, which was so improbable that it ruined the whole book for me. I just couldn't see any of that actually happening that it was incredible. The worst part was that I felt that Amy and Matt deserved a better ending than they got, which was way too rushed as if someone told Ms. Shalvis that she needed to finish right then and there. I hate when that happens.
3. The Look of Love by Bella Andre
I hated this book. Hated it. When I reviewed this back in August, I could barely contain how much this book let me down. Having heard such good things about The Sullivan Series by Ms. Andre, I was expecting a lot, and maybe that was part of the problem. The thing that bothered me the most about this book was how perfect the hero's family seemed to be. No one is like those people. I was waiting for one of them to rip their face off (alla Faison pretending to be Duke on General Hospital) to reveal that he/she was really Jeffery Dahmer pretending to be a good guy. Seriously, they would have made great surprise villains because they were all so wonderful and because none of them had a single fault, except maybe being too perfect.
4. Love in the Afternoon by Lisa Kleypas
Thinking back on Love in the Afternoon, it wasn't a totally bad book. There was a lot to like about it, but as a I pointed out in the review I posted of it over the summer, it was just too long. I liked both the hero and the heroine and the writing was just as good as any of the books by Tessa Dare and Julia Quinn, but this book just did not end. It just kept going and going like that damn Energizer Bunny.
5. The Taker by Alma Katsu
It has been nearly a year since I read The Taker and I am still pissed off about it. Actually, I am still so angry about this book that I had to warn people over on the Smart Bitches website when they posted that the second book in the series, The Reckoning, was on sale. Why exactly did I hate this book? Rape. Lots of Rape. Lots and lots of brutal, graphic, and gratuitous rape.
6. What I Did For Love by Susan Elizabeth Phillips
Susan Elizabeth Phillips (or SEP) is one of those authors, whose books you always see in the library and whose work is lauded all over the place, so of course I had to try one of her books when I got the chance to do so. Unfortunately, What I Did for Love (or as I called it WIDFL) was a very bad book. There was just so much wrong with it--from the heroine's inability to separate reality and fiction to the extremely conservative version of Hollywood that would be shocked to learn one of its action stars was Liberace gay and finally to the fact that the heroine acts like a teenager despite being in her 30's. Most annoying was that WIDFL is a thinly veiled attempt at fictionalizing the Brangelina/Jennifer Aniston saga.
7. The Chocolate Kiss by Laura Florand
I really wanted to like The Chocolate Kiss, but I just couldn't do it. The main characters, Magalie and Philipe, were awful human beings, okay maybe that is a little much, but that's how I felt when reading it. Magalie had extremely low self-esteem and no one, especially not Philipe helped her with that. In fact there were several instances when I wanted to reach into the book and hit him. The only scene that I even liked at all was the blizzard scene.