Non-con tale that reads like a 1970s Harlequin Presents novelette; naive blonde woman captured by controlling "ethnic" male and endures much ridiculousness, escapes his clutches and then willingly falls back into them--The End.Good riddance. And while I do enjoy the premise if executed well, here it is all telling and no showing. The storytelling is old-fashioned and the book was supposedly published first in early 2010--okay...not my cup of tea stylistically or thematically. One plus, I didn't actually despise Angel, I know--that is her name--enough to wish for her death. And Cord is just a hulking brooding male pumped with testosterone with nothing much to recommend him besides his bank account.