Annoyingly New-Agey Gabrielle is the main suspect for an art heist. Stereotypical tough cop Joe is on her tail. They clash, they annoy, they are yin-and-yang, they fall in love and have hot sex. Oh, and of course Gabrielle is innocent and her friend Kevin is guilty of the theft - no surprises there as anyone with half a brain could figure that out, never mind the fact that the author tells us that pretty quickly.
The characters are flat and irritating, with Gabrielle tossing about concepts of karma and all too much essential oil as if Gibson is trying to prove her very New-Age-ness. Joe is a big, lurking jerk with an intrusive family who feel like Gibson was trying completely without success to emulate the Bennet sisters, and he throws around ideas of marriage as if it were the fifties. The supporting cast have the complexity of caricatures, and not the good ones either. The book actually is most successful in selling Boise as a place to call home; Idaho is apparently Gibson's home state, and maybe she's on contract with their chamber of commerce. But if that's the best part of a book, then reader beware.
I was fooled by the William Morris in a post-feminist mood cover of the British publication; the sloppy chick-lit American cover would have been warning enough for me.
Originally published on my blog, [...]