Dorothy’s dream boss is looking for a certain kind of protégée: the married kind. Unfortunately, Dorothy’s social life has taken a dive while her career has taken off, and there’s no fiancé in sight, fictional or otherwise.
Then she remembers Mud, and she has to admit that her old best friend is the only man who can help her pull off her plan, even if he stirs up long-buried passions.
My thoughts: First of
all, what kind of a name is Mud? Some kind of drunk hick name? Why would you
ask a guy named Mud to be your fake boyfriend? Well, Dorothy would do just
about anything to climb up that corporate ladder.
The two have
always mixed like oil and water. But for the weekend, he is hers. Their
foreplay revolves around golf--a sport--which I found boring. I would've been
able to put up with the sport had the couple had real chemistry, but they
didn't. Pretty sad when a story is so dull that you can't get through a
novella.
My rating: 2 stars
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