Do not adjust your set. That really was Casey Greene being jilted by her fiancé on live TV! And that really was Memphis’s most eligible bachelor who stepped in to marry her instead.
Millionaire businessman Adam Carmichael wanted only to help Casey save face. He isn’t prepared for the news that their “fake” wedding is legal and binding.
While they secretly wait for an annulment, media and family scrutiny forces them to put on their best loving-couple act. Except by now, neither one is quite sure who’s acting….
Married By Mistake is as formulaic as 3+3=EIGHT. There wasn’t anything compelling or driving about the story. Once you get past premise of the jilted bride is saved by the “roguish knight in rusted armor” it falls predictable and hollow. The contrived problems of our protagonist couple are nowhere as interesting as the subplot relationship of the older couple Eloise and Sam. Even the conflict with Adam’s family is more interesting.
Is this the formula for written romance? I’ve read this same formula more times than I care to count. Even in movies they follow this formula. Touted as Harlequin Super Romance, where was the SUPER? I remember as a kid seeing Harlequin novels, knowing they what they were but never caring what was on those pages. Does that mean my younger version of myself is smart than my current version of myself?
This review isn’t knocking Abby Gaines, because it was the writing that kept me reading. It’s just the predictability of the romance genre. For most romance novels if you’ve read one you’ve read them all. There are notable exceptions which made me think romance novels aren’t that bad. But I’m starting to realize this really was the exception and not the rule.
I read this book based solely on the title, Married by Mistake. Who even gets married by mistake? This couple is so in love with each other that it doesn’t make since when they breakup. Which I knew from the first page; don’t they always?
For the entire book I teetered on whether I thought it was okay or didn’t like. One thing shattered any chance. I don’t care how gentlemanly or in love a guy is two months to retrieve his car especially a 400,000 dollar car is unfreaking believe. I know women eat this stuff up. Love is a form of insanity; it overrides the natural tendency of self-preservation.
This is only for those that jonesing for the romance genre. It has an interesting premise, but I think I’m nearing my limit of “romance” novels for this year.