I don't normally write harsh reviews of books that are intended as harmless entertainment but this was so wooden and poorly written that I feel obliged to warn potential readers not to waste either time or money on it. The protagonists are two wealthy individuals who don't have to worry about money. The heroine takes an apartment in New York City for $4,500 a month and then furnishes it (I'll take that and that and that) without blinking an eye. She's not actually employed when this happens. The hero runs a software company but doesn't actually do anything either. They meet on a plane to Hawaii after both have dumped their partners at their weddings.
There is love -- but it doesn't feel like love; sex that is written like a Microsoft manual and tragedy that doesn't feel like tragedy. When the heroine's sister dies of cancer, it seems no more disturbing that a bad day at the office. Ho hum so it goes.
So, dear reader, skip this for one of the city thousand better written books with the same or similar plots.