Tempting the Beast is a lesson in how not to write romance or a book in general. Editors do an important job and I wish a good one had worked on this, heavily.

Me reading this book:

Heroine pushes her naive deeply stupid agenda
*wince at poor use of language*
sex
hero whines
*rolls eyes*
sex
*wince again*
heroine whines
sex
more whining
*more eye rolling*
heroine stubbornly (and stupidly) she believes she is right
more sex
a rare moment: non-sexual action
spoke too soon, more sex
"I love you" - *wince*
hint of a plot
heroine gleefully gets her stubborn stupid way -grr!
THE END

*head desk*

The word "repetitive" is an understatement. I skipped many a sex scene. They got old real quick. Less is most definitely more. Instead of detailing every sex scene just simply say "And they had sex again" or something to that effect and move the hell on. Jeez. If a drinking game associated with this book doesn't all ready exist there should be one with every time you read "throbbing", "womb", "vagina", etc. Of course, you'd have to be hospitalised for alcohol poisoning long before you were able to turn the last page.

I'm amazed I finished this but somehow I did. The only book I've read that could rival this one in terms of number of sex scenes is The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty and they got tiresome too.

P.S. I feel the need to state that I like some erotica now and then but there was too much sex for the length of the book and not enough plot to keep me happy.