I love sports. Really love sports. I listen to ESPN at work everyday. We purchase the MLB Ticket, the NFL Ticket, the NBA Ticket. ESPN is on every night. This is itemized to tell you that one of you isn’t going to be real happy with my review because it was glaringly obvious to me that you don’t know sports. In fact, you and sports are on the opposite ends of the football field. Let’s begin.
Dear Ms. London: Yours is the first book in the anthology. I started reading it and then had to skip right to Martin’s for fear that my IPAQ was going to suffer severe damage after being tossed onto floor. Your hero is a former Houston Astros shortstop & slugger who moved to New York Mets to sign one of the biggest baseball contracts in history. Why didn’t you just call him Alex Rodriguez and be done with it. Other than changing a few details (Seattle to TX Rangers and then to the Yankees), it’s him. Do you totally lack any creativity that you had to steal your character from real life? And can’t you make up your own team names like Martin or Susan Elizabeth Phillips?
Worse was your characterization of the heroine. She is a shock jock type sports radio talk show host, auditioning for ESPN. I see that while you named your heroine Kelly, she should have been called Linda Cohn, an ESPN sports anchor who spent several years as a NY based radio talk show host. But if you took anytime to listen to either ESPN radio or watch Linda Cohn on ESPN Sportscenter, you would realize that ESPN does not do shock jock. Also, Kelly is not in a rinky dink market as she describes it. NY is the largest media/sports market in the country. Many people would die to have her job. Why am I making a big deal out of this? Because your lack of creativity, lack of imagination, lack of originality in this story is a total slap in the face to a reader who spends $14.00 on this tripe. Don’t you think that some of the readers who would even be interested in this anthology would be sports fans? It might be a short story but don’t short the reader with shoddily researched stories. I made it half way through and gave up. DNF (with a strong emphasis on the F).
Dear Ms. Martin:
If your story had been bad, I would have had to go to CompUSA to buy a new ereader. Fortunately, your story of a concierge and a hockey goalie once a year rendevous was decent. David and Tierney have had a standing one night encounter for the past three years. This year there is a snow in and David is forced to stay the weekend and the one night stand turns into something more. But you know, it’s the Magnificent Mile, not the Miracle Mile. Do you authors not know how to use google? Unless, of course, the Miracle Mile is some other fancy shopping street in Chicago of which I have never heard. Your story was the shortest of all yet you and London were the headliners. There’s some marketing for you. The romance between David and Tierney was short but sexy. It contained no real depth but it was an easy read. B-
Dear Ms. Blair:
Your book I did finish and I am not sure why. Your story consisted of scenes of dialogue that hopped from one place to the next with no markers. Half the time, I wouldn’t know I had moved onto a completely different scene until about four exchanges in. I didn’t understand what was happening in the story. All I really knew for 3/4 of the story was that the heroine was an executive in some family owned business and the hero was a bigshot baseball player who collected women’s lingerie. They had some love thing when they were young but a Big Mis separated them. I know that the two characters are on a train somewhere and that every year, the hero participates in this train thing and picks a Trip Girl. Nice. What part I really hated was when the heroine rifled through the hero’s panty collection and WORE some of it. Gross. Gross. Gross. Gross. Do you even know where that stuff has been? Gah. GROSS. F for you.
Dear Ms. Buckley:
I understand that this is a sports related anthology but it doesn’t mean that you have to have sports be a metaphor for romance. Because it really isn’t. This story follows venture capitalist, Josh Weldon, and bank service manager, Lindy Hamilton, through the course of an Arena football season. Josh is away more than he is present. Lindy becomes some unofficial mascot of the team. Throw in cute kid. Ugh. There was some partly funny dialogue in this story, although on the sophomoric side. But I dislike the sports metaphors i.e., “Talk about pre-game warm-up.” C for you.
Basically, I can’t recommend this book to any reader unless they are a diehard fan of any of you authors because even though I liked Martin’s story, it was no Nicole Camden and certainly not worth the $14 cash laid out for it. Anthologies always remind me of the saying “there’s a sucker born everyday.” That’s me, the sucker. One of these days, I’ll learn. Oh, and one more thing – other than the Martin book, I would rate all of the rest of these stories medium to warm – not the hot stuff a reader might think she is getting by the cover.