I cannot believe I spent money on this book! It was HORRIBLE! I was expecting something funny and breezy. It was so bogged down in its own farce that it was more Penthouse Forum than romance. I have no idea how or why love was mentioned in this book.
Genevieve believes she can get her sleazy womanizing boss, Nick, into bed (which isn't hard for anyone BUT Genevieve) and entice him into marriage. Problem is, the boss wants to kill her instead.
Jackson, the color-blind computer nerd, tags along for the ride and is inadvertantly caught up in Nick's plot to crash the plane, kill Genevieve and fake his own death. So Jackson, geek-extraordinaire, miraculously lands the plane (based on flight simulator gaming experience, if you can believe that), hauls Genevieve to shore and saves her pink luggage from sharks.
Wait...it gets worse! Genevieve figures she's got nothing better to do so she'll throw the poor schlub a lesson in carnal pleasures (and believe me, she's got a long background of experience). So she finds out that Mr. Geek isn't so bad in the sack. (Please note: his feet were getting 2nd degree burns during the act. Do you know any man who's going to ignore that?) So, they spend a few days (2?) enjoying themselves that way. Were they deserted on an island, or on vacation?
Meanwhile, Genevieve's backwoods mom and psychic brother are leading Nick's partner to Genevieve through "feelings". Puh-lease!
I don't know how some books get into print. This book was so unbelievable, so non-sensical, so far-fetched that every page brought a new groan.