Matthew “Wolf” Steel hated flying commercial. Luckily his job as a Navy SEAL meant he didn’t have to do it very often. He’d been unlucky enough to be assigned a middle seat on the cramped jet, but fortunately for him, the woman next to him was willing to switch seats with him. Hoping for a relaxing flight, Wolf was pleasantly surprised at the good conversation and sense of humor the woman had as they flew 36,000 feet over the countryside.
When Caroline boarded the plane to Virginia to move across the country for her new job she never expected to be seated next to the hottest guy she’d ever seen. She also never expected he’d be so easy to talk to. She knew he’d never be interested in talking to her if he hadn’t been trapped in the seat next to her, but it was a nice way to spend a long plane ride.
Neither Wolf nor Caroline were prepared for a terrorist hijacking of their plane, but if Caroline thought that would be the last time she’d see, or need, Wolf, she’d be sorely mistaken.
This book was absolutely awful. The premise had so much potential to be an enthralling romantic suspense but Stoker absolutely bombed it. Destroyed it. Butchered it. Dismembered and disemboweled it.
I truly don’t understand this trend of having lead female characters that are plain Jane’s with little to no confidence in themselves and constantly second guessing everything. These are also the characters that mysteriously haven’t managed to bag more than a fly until some muscly macho man arrives and blows her mind.
Caroline actually had a lot of potential to be so much more than she was. She was intelligent, loyal and at certain points in the novel when Stoker wasn’t butchering the fuck out of her character, she was pretty badass. But no. Stoker utterly destroyed it. Why was it necessary for Caroline to be a woman so ugly that no one, and I mean no one, ever actually acknowledges her existence? When does that ever actually happen? She wasn’t just ‘plain Jane’ Caroline, though, she was unlike any other woman around because she didn’t throw a few flirtatious glances or words at the very attractive SEAL (because ALL of the SEALs in this were attractive. No SEAL is ever ugly or without muscles. None of them. None. Not even a few disfigurements could truly stop them from being ‘pretty’). Ergo, she was ‘plain Jane’ no more. She attracted the attention of an extremely attractive man. Excuse me while I roll my eyes.
I also didn’t quite understand the need to shame every single female in this book that used her own agency, was in touch with her sexuality and made the decision to willing spend a night or two with any of the men in this book. None of them complained. They enjoyed it. This is not feminism. This is slut shaming.