Learn to count, dammit!
The end of this book is just collapsing like a flan in a cupboard. And if I weren't in an open office, surrounded by worldwide leaders in sports, I'd be screaming at the manuscript.
I believe I've discussed how I hate when authors can't keep track of a SIMPLE GODDAMN TIMELINE. Well, I hate it even more when there are things like major holidays and, you know, pregnancies involved, because those things tend to happen in fairly strict frameworks of time. Like, if you started sleeping together after Halloween and now it's two days before Thanksgiving, there's no way you're two months pregnant (at least not by that guy). And the baby isn't due July 29.
I generally dislike this part of your more formulaic romance novels, the part between all the shagging and the resolution, when the characters are estranged because of the Big Misunderstanding. The Big Misunderstanding here is that Ashley and Cam started banging because she wanted a baby, and he wanted to be with her, and he figured that she wouldn't be able to separate banging from love, so she'd get pregnant and they'd be in love again and get married and everyone would be happy. But now she's pregnant (BUT ONLY LIKE THREE WEEKS GONE, GODDAMMIT) and mooning about baby stores, as you do, and has cut him off because his career-obsessed ex-wife (oh, one of those) showed up to spend her, like, three days a year with their precocious, obnoxious kid. Because she's STILL MAD that he left her WHEN HE WAS NINETEEN and married someone else. Like, this is just so fucking simple to resolve. HAAAATE.
I believe I've discussed how I hate when authors can't keep track of a SIMPLE GODDAMN TIMELINE. Well, I hate it even more when there are things like major holidays and, you know, pregnancies involved, because those things tend to happen in fairly strict frameworks of time. Like, if you started sleeping together after Halloween and now it's two days before Thanksgiving, there's no way you're two months pregnant (at least not by that guy). And the baby isn't due July 29.
I generally dislike this part of your more formulaic romance novels, the part between all the shagging and the resolution, when the characters are estranged because of the Big Misunderstanding. The Big Misunderstanding here is that Ashley and Cam started banging because she wanted a baby, and he wanted to be with her, and he figured that she wouldn't be able to separate banging from love, so she'd get pregnant and they'd be in love again and get married and everyone would be happy. But now she's pregnant (BUT ONLY LIKE THREE WEEKS GONE, GODDAMMIT) and mooning about baby stores, as you do, and has cut him off because his career-obsessed ex-wife (oh, one of those) showed up to spend her, like, three days a year with their precocious, obnoxious kid. Because she's STILL MAD that he left her WHEN HE WAS NINETEEN and married someone else. Like, this is just so fucking simple to resolve. HAAAATE.