With all the things this book had going for it (hot British hero who rides a motorcycle and a slightly-awkward virgin heroine), I just didn't find myself dancing the dance of a happy reader at any point during it.
Garrett: I liked him. I even enjoyed him. I just didn't want to fall at his feet and beg him to ditch Bliss for me. My tummy did do a little swish every time he called her "love" - it made me think of Gerard Butler in P.S. I LOVE YOU (now there's a man who can elicit a full body swoon from me!)
Bliss: Didn't much care for her at all. For her age, she was too immature and indecisive. Being in her head all the time (the book is first-person POV), I needed to connect more with her, but I found myself skimming a lot just to get to the parts with Garrett. Had the author spent more time with character growth and less time teaching me how to be an actor, I may have enjoyed Bliss's character much more.
Overall, it was an okay read for me; not horrible, not memorable.