|Miranda Johansson is the only female stock research
analyst at Maxwell Moore & Company, LLC, and she's in
trouble. She's caused her clients to lose millions of
dollars in one day, and it isn’t even lunch time yet. To add
fuel to the fire, in a burst of unrestrained insanity, she
has sex with the hottest hunk she’s ever seen, and knows
nothing about except his name - Max.
Maxwell Moore has finally restored his family name in his
eyes. All he wants to do now is bask in the glory. He
doesn’t expect to fall for Miranda, or to learn that someone
else has their heart set on revenge against the two of them,
and would settle for nothing less than their utter
I am not sure what to say about
Market for Love by Jamaica Layne. I think there was
a lot of promise, but it seemed to fall short of delivering.
Max was uneven: alpha and bossy one minute and immature or
weak the next, although I will grant him this -as a sexual
hero, he rocked. Miranda was an enigma who I found little
sympathy for, finding it difficult to understand sometimes
why she was mad when she was mad, and why she was accepting
when she was accepting. The subplot involving the lawsuits
and reasons behind it were interesting, and a nice reason to
keep Max and Miranda together and at odds.
Inconsistencies in the story, like
cameras in newly purchased and designed offices, threw me
off enough that I just couldn’t stay in the story to really
enjoy it. Nor could I trust that Max would do the right
thing, as he started the relationship in a very high-handed
and, in my eyes, untrustworthy manner. I just couldn’t care
enough about either of them to trust in the fact they would
have a happily ever after.