Breaking up a story into three books and distancing each release with months in between is a too-hard-not-to-fail venture. The pace is tripped up mid-sprint, the characters are forgotten, and the reader moves on. That happens here, and you might find it's a real workout to reinsert yourself into the story, especially since the actual conflict doesn't enter until around 70% in. The rest of the book is all sex and sappy I-love-yous, used to fill cracks and holes in the tension-free surface. The romance is sweet, but it doesn't distinguish itself, and without the suspense between James and Bianca, it shrivels up and falls limp. This is made worse by the decline in the writing. The prose isn't as polished as the first two books, as if it were rushed to completion. The dialogue is unimaginative, witless, corny, and lacking all the charm of its Up In The Air forerunners. It's a shame, yanno? There's not a surprising moment in the book, and when the bad guy finally shows up, the climax is split between multiple POVs, forcing you to relive the trite finale as a head hopping observer. But it all wraps up neatly with an indulgent sprinkle of artificial sweetener on top.