I have never been remotely interested in reading romance novels, probably only because of the reputation they have for being corny & unrealistic about the supposed perfection of their heros (I.E. muscle-bound, gorgeous, sensitive stallion of a man meets tanned, toned, beautiful, strong-but-desperately-lovelorn heroine for the most amazing sex ever had on the planet, which somehow comes to represent everlasting 'true love'). But, a friend told me about Debbie Macomber's books, and praised them for combining good romance, with more realistic relationship development. She recommended "One Night," which started out engaging, but ultimately left me somewhat disappointed.
The story started out great with Carrie & Kyle as complete opposite personality types, and 2 people who very realistically (and humorously) got on each other's nerves. But, instead of maximizing on that tension, while having them get to know each other better over the course of the book, Macomber resolves all tension very early in the book, and introduces a very serious (and to be honest, considering how lighthearted the story of Carrie & Kyle started, a real downer) of a plot twist. (I won't give it away, b/c people revealing things in reviews is one of my biggest pet peeves!). Nevertheless, from there the story turns into an uneven chronicling of frustrating interactions between the two protagonists, and a VERY ludicrous attempt to convince the reader that the two are truly and deeply 'in love'. They barely knew each other! Literally. Macomber could've developed their relationship at least a little bit more to make any of this so-called love seem plausible, but instead she adds on a tangential storyline about an escaped con following them. And the way that storyline gets wrapped up is actually the most absurd part of the whole book.
Not to be overly harsh - "One Night" does have fun, humorous moments, but they get sacrificed too early for melodrama, as the narrative hastened to its cornball conclusion.