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No, I don't know Jack, and I never ever want to, ever! What a DULL catastrophe this turned out to be. When I read the synopsis, I thought, "What a fresh approach to a romance novel." But I was wrong! I should have given up after reading the foolery that is Beckwit in the prologue and all that psychic love nonsense. What a waste of time! Half the plot was wrapped up within a couple of chapters, turning out to be inconsequential and oh so weak. Then there were almost 25 consecutive pages of sexing [:O?!] and insufferable self-wallowing thoughts from both Jamie and Jack. Seriously, I'm not even convinced Jack was a man, let alone a desirable one. Sorry, McCarthy, but having 10 million in the bank and taking in stray/homeless people does not make you a catch. He was not only a pansy but a fool. I mean, who goes through life wallowing in self-pity and embarrassment because he has 10 million dollars and the girl of his dreams looks down her broke ass nose on rich people? He kept offering to donate ALL of his supposed hard-earned fortune to charity if she would just be with him. If that's not foolish and idiotic, I don't know what is. Is McCarthy really that inadequate a writer that she couldn't find some other way to illustrate that money wasn't a priority to Jack, rather than making him into a loser who was ashamed by the fruits of his labor or talent? The man had no hobbies or passion and begged Jamie to love him every chance he got. It's a given when you read romance to understand that these perfect, loving, giving, and sexy men are written by women, but other authors do an amazing job of making me suspend disbelief. My goodness, all my feelings about Jack went something like this: "Geez, grow some nuts, OMG not again, FOOL, what a pusssssy." Excuse my honesty. The only saving grace would have been if Jamie realized Jack was useless and went on her way to find a real man, but alas, this did not happen. Oh, and Allison, a bright humorous spot that had me wishing the story was about her. I wanted to save her from the other characters. Reading this was torture. I even made my sister read it just to prove I wasn't being too critical (she was tormented as well). Next time I see another Erin McCarthy book, I'll just close my eyes and slowly walk away backwards. I was that disturbed, especially after looking forward to reading this. I refuse to be manipulated by McCarthy's stellar synopsis again. P.S. What mugger did Jack save her from? The dirty man standing next to him on the train minding his own business? Maybe my edition was missing some pages or something.