I normally adore Nora Roberts writing. As I listened to this book I became more an more turned off. The heroine is a floor mat and the hero is cruel. I kept thinking, "This is as bad as a 1970's Harlequin Romance." Then I got to the end and found that is *was* a Harlequin Romance. Ah.
In the end, in typical Harlequin style, he realizes that he had totally misjudged her, and is suddenly magically a nice guy. Yeah, right. And she, like the wimp she is, accepts that he is going to change his entire personality and become the kind of man you can make a life with. Uh huh, sure.