It started off rather well but Johnny, the actor, turned out to be rather one-dimensional while Nicky, the heroine, wore stars in her eyes throughout the book. It got rather boring when all Johnny had to offer for the story was his hard-on and Nicky, despite her constant internal monologue against giving following Johnny to Paris then to Nice, to dinner and to whatever, does exactly that.
It's not that I mind her taking off for Paris because this hunk of an actor asks for her help, or stays on to go to Nice because he asked her to but I just wish she wouldn't keep arguing with herself about it. Johnny, I can't quite figure out for all his simplicity - did the author really want me to believe the hero of this book is a one-celled organism who has to tell me on every page he can't get rid of his hard-on for Nicky? It appears so because I had to skip page after page, just grabbing a few paragraphs here and there and every chapter Johnny's indefatigable hard-on is mentioned. Despite the injection of Johnny's ex and the bad guys, nothing of note really happens in this book. They're just thrown in to give us a respite from Johnny's hard-on.
Not a good introduction to Susan Johnson for me, I'm afraid. French Kiss was more like an 80's category romance featuring a hard-on for a hero and the reluctant like-a-virgin-but-isn't heroine. Because of this disappointing read, I'm no longer looking forward to Hot Property, which I just ordered.