This was a sweet, super sexy, beachy read about love and forgiveness and overcoming differences, and I was really enjoying it. Like four-and-a-half stars enjoying it, up until the very end. Here I mean that at 98%, there was some ridiculous last-minute secondary character drama that was so completely unnecessary that I just didn't know what to do with it. It was as if the author was trying (not very hard) to wrap everything up in a nice HEA bow, but all I wanted to do was strangle someone with said bow. I've bitched about it before and I'll probably bitch about it again (soon), but I will never understand why authors decide to pile on these totally redundant crises and dramas in books that are already swimming in it. Sometimes simpler really is better.