Ann O'Leary

Es Joanna Kingston una agente inmobiliaria exitosa. En lo profesional y, creen algunos, en lo personal. Tiene un imán, innegable, con las mujeres; alta y atlética, a muchas se les antoja irresistible. Pero ella, convencida de que toda historia de amor tiene un final amargo, se niega a establecer relaciones duraderas. Intensas y dulces sí, cuántas podrían testificarlo, pero también breves ¡cuántas no lo lamentan!

Sin embargo, el cinismo en el que se ha instalado será sometido a una dura prueba cuando la doctora Fiona Maddison, hermosa, apasionada y emocionalmente muy fuerte aparezca en su vida.

Fiona, que conoce la fama de Joanna, tampoco parece en principio dispuesta a embarcarse en nada serio, ni duradero. De hecho, pretende mantener la amistad en el terreno platónico... a no ser que consiga romper el muro, cosa que nadie antes ha logrado.… (altro)

I read this because it is short and I'm behind on my reading challenge and could knock it off in a couple of spare hours. This was like a car crash you couldn't look away from. To be honest, I've read better fan fiction.
Plot, there wasn't really much of one aside from 30 something woman finds out girlfriend is having sex with a man, kicks her out and then jumps into bed with someone else while fancying another someone else but they are young. What happens next is obvious.
Character development, not sure, characters jumped pretty quickly from one emotion to another not really true to life.
Expression, overwritten and clichéd. I don't care what morsel of food a character is sticking on their fork and putting in their mouth as they are nearly knocked sideways by the stunning beauty and sophistication of the woman they can hardly believe they managed to convince to go out to dinner with them after trying so desperately for three lines of conversion. And if Laura twists that damn ring on her finger or fiddles with a lighter one more time, I swear...Dialogue seemed stilted and unrealistic or maybe it's because I've read similar dialogue over and over in fan fiction.
Style, there is a point, when an inexperienced writer tries to write a passionate scene so passionately that it becomes absurd. A reader should be aroused by a sex scene not wondering what it would look like if the character did actually explode with ecstasy. And I'm sorry, was Kate raised in a shack with her hands tied behind her back? Deus ex machina also makes an appearance by way of a convenient middle of the night florist.
I'm going to stop there before I get carried away.… (altro)