I’m all for a billionaire enemies-to-lovers trope. Lauren Asher writes all the steamy goodness, lovey-dovey platitudes, and archetypal lovers that readers of romance have come to appreciate.
Romance, and especially commercial romance, has a certain cliché. But that cliché is exactly why I picked up The Fine Print in the first place. I wanted romantic intrigue knowing full well the mysterious attraction would devolve into erotic encounters; I wanted platitudes and dramatic monologues ending with phrases like “scum of the earth.”
Okay, maybe Rowan, the angry hunk and co-protagonist in The Fine Print, was a bit on the nose when he decided to whip out that burn.
But Rowan and his love interest, Zahara, embodied their archetypes to a tee: Zahara the lovable underdog and dreamer to Rowan’s toxic alpha male energy that masks a heart of gold. If you read The Fine Print expecting a modern-day Pride and Prejudice or something like Madeline Miller’s Song of Achilles, you will be sorely disappointed. But if you are a fan of Book Lovers or any and everything by Ali Hazelwood, you are in for a treat. The Fine Print is the beach read (or in my case, the enthralling transit read that blocks out the hullabaloo of my noisy morning commute) you need as spring delves into summer.
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