Okay, some background information...
My girl and I had a shitty week. Our jobs kicked both our asses, and we felt pretty damn down about it. We needed a pick-me-up, and she jokingly suggested a mutual session of wine, chocolate and romance novels. Being a dude who is up for just about anything (exceptions made for incest, folk-dances and voting for Donald Trump) I said "sure, why not".
We had a lot of fun; we drank box wine, we ate cheap chocolate and we each picked a romance novel we found for free on Amazon. She picked a terribad paranormal romance, the name of which escapes me just now. It involved werewolves which smelled like apple pie...no, I'm not making that up.
Anyhow, I picked Call Me Cat as my novel of choice. After all was said and done I was left thinking my girl got the better end of the deal. At least hers was bad in a funny way. Cat was bad in a way which wasn't funny; in fact it left me very much annoyed.
First off, I have a confession; I don't read NA romance, but I am Goodreads friends with a lot of people who do, so I see their reviews of other books. So I hear all the complaints about cliches...and let me tell you, Cat apparently hits all of them, and in the worst way. The protagonist is:
-A: an orphan
-B: stalked by the killer of her parents
-C: driven to sex work by financial necessity and she hates it (more on that in a moment)
-D: randomly noticed by a hot rich dude
-E: stalked by said rich dude
-F: Annoying and insipid
It should be noted that Ritchie Rich is also a 'bad boy biker'. Because when it comes to trope-dope, why not mix your drugs...I mean shit, two highs at once, what could possibly go wrong?
Okay. First off, I could not stand how sex work was handled here. I'll admit to some personal bias as I have (and do) count actual sex workers (strippers, fetish models, BDSM practitioners, and yes...even -gasp- former prostitutes) as good friends, but even so...the moral condemnation of the trade I saw here left me ready to hark. Leaving aside how "good girl forced into the sex trade" has become an NA cliche, I have to state... NOT ALL SEX WORKERS HATE THEIR JOBS. Sex work is like any other work...and guess what, some people find their true calling in the field. If you can't parse how this can happen, perhaps you've got an overly moral view on the subject.
ANYHOW, personal rant over.
What I just spoke on is a big issue with Cat, because the heroine's employers treat her fairly and even give her time off when she asks for it...hell, her employer is another woman and gives her the time off while saying "us girls need to stick together". The heroine accepts this without much comment at all. She continues hating her job as a phone sex operator and feels shitty about it, despite her employers being reasonable people and the clients not overstepping the boundaries of what she does.
Until the hero calls her, and then well hell, that's different.
To be fair, Our douch-ahem, hero calling her phone sex number (and her talking to him despite knowing who he was) did result in one of the few scenes I actually enjoyed, so I can't hate this too much. After the "hero" finished with his "I'mma act the asshat" opening routine the H and the h did exchange some pretty good dialogue. Honestly, that scene kept me reading long after I wanted to quit the book.
Unfortunately, it got worse from there.
The stalker mystery involving Catelyn's parents was tacked-on, her financial woes felt contrived, her friendship with a rich girl was unnecessary...and oh yeah, why the hell did she have to be a virgin?
Between the stodgy moralizing and the confusing plot, this book exceeded the limits of my medication round about 50%. Your mileage may vary.
In the end I'm giving this 1.5 stars because I saw a lot of potential in the premise and once in a while this story had its moments. Otherwise, blech. If you can read it for free, might be you'll have some fun...I recommend drinking a lot of wine first, though.