Another entry from a giant box of Harlequins, I made it about thirty pages in before giving up in disgust. Well, perhaps "disgust" is a strong word. Our heroine, Abigail, is introduced as a secretary and summarily dismissed from her job in as boring a way as possible (her boss is retiring), and then suddenly she's agreeing to go to Switzerland with one of the guys she shares an apartment with, and he's insisting that he's going to pay for everything and she's weakly protesting that no, she couldn't possibly (but then allowing him to pay for everything), and he's announcing to his older brother that she's his girlfriend and she's weakly protesting no, she totally isn't (but still hanging out with him in a hotel which his family owns and allowing him to pay for everything), and then she wanders around outside and steps off the curb directly into the path of a car, which hits her, and turns out to be driven by the older brother, and when she regains consciousness and he expresses his desire to get medical treatment for her shouts at him that no, never, she knows he thinks he's a gold-digger and she will absolutely not be seen by a doctor and thereby prove him right. This is not a side effect of concussion; this is what she considers to be perfectly reasonable behavior.
In between all of this, we are treated to travelogues about Switzerland in what, let's be real, I must assume belong to Cassie Edwards-style asides, in which Peake decided that if it comes from a tourist brochure and she puts the text in dialogue form it's totally not plagiarism. Okay, I have no idea if she wrote the text herself, but the tourist text and its integration into the book is almost unbearably clunky: "Did you know," Raymond said, "that we German-speaking Swiss call the potato the Erdopfel, the earth apple? And that we do wonderful things with it? And that when, nearly a hundred years ago, a man called Dr. Bircher-Benner opened a private clinic in Zurich he liked the nutritional value of the orchard apple so much that he added the whole fruit, grated, with the core, pips and skin, along with nuts and berries, to milk?" Raymond, of course, is the emotionally stunted spoiled man-child would-be-boyfriend (unlike his hunky, disapproving older brother Rolf who is the hero and not, despite what my fellow Millennials may be imagining, a dog who plays the keyboards). This is absolutely a good use of Raymond's time as he attempts to seduce the heroine with muesli and Swiss scenery, and totally what a rich international playboy would say.
Shorter version: I just wasn't getting anything out of this that led me to continue.