She did not want a relationship with him, despite being attracted to him. But Ty is not privvy to Jenna's thoughts and internal Geiger counters, and he's just assertive to the point of creepy for me. When she says “No” despite being attracted, I as the reader am aware that she does not want to go near him, regardless of any scientific equipment in her pants that might indicate a different status. When the internal dialogue and the external dialogue and physical actions don't meet, it's confusing. “I'm exhausted and out of breath from running around trying to close down this place. “You are so full of shit.” She bent down, grabbed her bag, and held it in front of her like a life preserver. He stopped, his lips curving in a knowing smile, “You keep saying that, but I don't think I believe you.” The closer he got, the hotter she became. Her body was pinging like a Geiger counter and Ty was radioactive. The story rests mostly within Jenna's point of view, and this is an early scene from the book, at Jenna's bar: I couldn't figure out if he was an arrogant cockwad, or if he had been informed prior to the start of the story that he was the hero of a romance novel and subject to all the guarantees and behavioral habits pertaining thereunto.
Ty was incredibly presumptuous about Jenna, about her feelings for him, which was entirely sure of, and about her life, which he knew how to direct and manage. My biggest problems were with Ty, and the reliance on cliches. He hangs out at the Riley bar with some of his teammates, and he has a serious thing for Jenna. His agent is the heroine of a previous novel and he's something of a friend of the Riley family. Ty is a hockey player for the local team. Somebody better win a Nobel in math for taking the job of managing the family box scores and season stats. A hockey star, a baseball star, a football star. Not since Archie Manning's testicles have so many extrordinary sports heroes been born in one family. Let me tell you, Jenna's family is the most amazing family genetic pool ever. And of course the guy who has her panties most in a twist is a hockey player, who, with his fellow hockey players, hangs out at the Riley sports pub.
So professional sports players, a good third of whom are probably related to her, are off the menu. Well, she says she hates sports but then, a chapter or so later, says she doesn't – she only means that she wants a guy who doesn't play sports so she doesn't have to live her work life at home. Jenna Riley runs the family sports bar, and says she hates sports. But the book suffered because of an arrogant presumptuous hero, and a severe reliance on cliche. And there were moments when I was charmed by the heroine and laughed at her descriptions of people.
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