I really, really disliked this book for one main reason, although there were others: was there a hero in it? It's hard to tell. The putative hero, Peter something-or-other features almost as a secondary character. Now I know that when I read the words that an author has put into a male characters' voice or head, that I am not really getting insights into the male pysche - it's a woman writing it, after all. I like the illusion though. It lends balance to a story that otherwise ends up as the neurotic meanderings of some woman we don't know, and can sound so juvenile ("Does he like me? Do I like him? Oh, he must think..." ad nauseum).
If you enjoy reading 20 year old Mills & Boons, then you might enjoy this book. If you like the more modern romance genre, where the hero actually gets a say-so and isn't reduced to merely responding to whatever the girl is doing, except for maybe 10 lines at the end of the book to explain all, I wouldn't bother.
The other thing that turned me off of this book was the heroine, Lesley. She had no spine, a rich little girl working in daddy's Foundation in a position of authority she was patently unable to cope with (or even realistically achieve).
The only thing that ran true about the story was Lesley's dependance on her ex-husband Brent, but then the severing of that tie was abrupt, unexplained and vague - like a decision to quit smoking as you stub out the cigarette - she'd just finished an unsatisfactory call with said ex, and she suddenly realises that she doesn't need him any more - yeah, wait till the next flat tire, and see who the first person you call is, love.
I haven't read any of Ms Deauxville's other books, and won't be, but perhaps I am doing her a dis-service, and her historicals work better. Can't be asked to find out, though. I suppose, to be fair, she may have been going for a more realistic in-the-other-person's-shoes kind of effect - in which case, make the heroine more interesting and much, much less of a whiny daddy's girl.