This is the epitome of a passive-aggressive romance. The plot is a procrastination of commitment, rife with hard-hardheadedness, sulking, deliberate failures to stay together, and a heroine's lamenting of other people's promiscuity. Yet, the H/h are unstoppable in their pervasive rhythm of sex and entanglement. In other words, the steamy scenes make this unputdownable.And there's a lot of spit swapping. Probably the most kissing-without-sex scenes you'll read. But there's no skimping on sex either. The hot is scorching and the passion is well-devised.What this is lacking is originality. The storyline and cliffhanger are samey. The dialogue is samey. The rich bad boy is, le sigh, samey. And it blatantly references its samey-ness in the narration. "Me playing Ana to his Christian."But, it in all its Fifty Samey's of Grey, Rylee is an experienced woman. Thank you, KB, for not making her a virginal bromide. Rylee had experienced love before she makes her cliched stumble into the spoiled, famous, tortured, alpha playboy, and her backstory adds interest to an ordinary plot.She is more determined and perhaps stronger than the heroine norm in this genre. She's naive, but not clueless. She wears her heart on the outside. Though I can't relate to why she has such a negative opinion of women who are sexually active without committed relationships. She refers to them as floozies, bimbos, and wenches. If you're open to the concept of free love, Rylee's narrow-minded attitude about women and sex might put you off.Despite my gripes, there's something addictive about these kinds of books, and as far as replicas go, this is one of the better ones. And while I don't feel compelled to read the sequel right away, I know I will eventually give into the need for more of this spoiled, famous, tortured, alpha playboy.