A copy of this book was provided by the author for an honest review.
What was the worst that could happen with just one kiss?
Mallory was just a mom. An exhausted mother of two, teetering on the edge of a midlife crisis. She was especially tired of having a husband who acted more like a child than a partner. But she wasn’t looking for anyone else. She was done with men; they were all the same. She didn’t need another one.
Matt was just a friend. Located in another state, he was an older, wiser co-worker she could confide in. So what if he was gorgeous, charming, and perfect for her in every way? So what if he saw that, buried underneath her worn down exterior, she was one of the most witty, attractive, and intelligent women he had ever met? He had a wife. He didn’t need another one.
So what if, after meeting each other in person for the first time, there was an instant physical attraction between them? Would a little kiss between friends be so bad? It wouldn’t go any further; Mallory wasn’t interested in being anyone’s other woman. Who could have known that a fleeting pass across the lips would be the passionate taste test that would leave them both starving for more? That one kiss could ignite a raging fire of sex and desire that would burn them both and lead them to destroy each other’s lives.
This book is intended for mature audiences only (18 and over) due to language and sexual situations.
UPDATE 3/10/2014: I received an email from the author tonight letting me know that she had unpublished this book “due to a job conflict” and that a review was not expected. However, since I’ve already spent the time reading it and writing the review, this post will remain as is.
Rarely do I have such mixed feelings about a book I’ve agreed to review as I had with The Other Other Woman. On the one hand, the plot and the dialogue and the heroine were so over the top that I felt compelled to read parts aloud to my husband until finally he begged me to stop. On the other hand, I did get hooked into it enough to read all the way to the bitter (and unsatisfying) end. But I can’t give extra credit for not being a DNF.
Our purported heroine, Mallory Lockhart (see what the author did there?), is drifting in an unhappy marriage to a man who never picked up a check in his life. When a work conference introduces her to a co-worker from another location, his fine features and flirty personality get her immediately interested in more. Sure she’s married, sure he’s married, but maybe just one kiss will get this Matt guy out of her system. But then there wouldn’t be a book, would there? And yet, after finishing The Other Other Woman, I can’t help thinking it would have been for the best if that had been the case.
Because this Matt guy is an A-Number-One make-no-mistake-about-it Player with a capital P. Even though Mallory’s brain knows this from the get-go, it’s her body and her heart which lead her all the way down to crazy town, where she becomes what she herself refers to as a Stage 5 Clinger. But we ladies know that the more you cling, the more he pulls back, and it’s only when you make weak attempts to recover your sanity by breaking away from him that he will suck you back in for another vicious cycle.
And that, in a nutshell, is the entire plot of The Other Other Woman: Mallory falls for Matt, Matt keeps her on a string until she says she’s out, then he pulls her back in, and so forth. Oh, and the texts. Lots and lots and lots of texts. If this story was based in reality, these two would have everyone else in their lives noticing how they both are always typing on their phones, because there weren’t enough hours in the day to cover the huge amount of texts between them.
I nearly gave up on this book more than once. But I wanted to see how it would end. And what happened is something I can’t ignore, but I can put it behind a spoiler tag.View Spoiler »
After nearly 300 pages of this back and forth nonsense, Mallory finally (FINALLY!) realizes Matt is still seeing the other woman that he’d always claimed was just a friend. (Did I mention that as part of her company responsibilities, Mallory can read Matt’s work emails? Oy.) She goes as far as following him after they meet briefly to discuss their “relationship” for the millionth time, and has her doubts confirmed when she sees him driving into the other woman’s condo garage just as she’s given up looking for his car there. And even then, when they are both at the same work conference that brought them together the previous year, Mallory decides she has to sleep with Matt just one more time. REALLY? But since she’s sprung this surprise on him, so to speak, he’s unable to perform, because he didn’t have time to take his Viagra. Oh, the tragedy! At least after she returns home, Mallory has the good sense to get herself tested for all STDs including HIV, since Matt’s apparently been sleeping around with pretty much all of the women she’d suspected all along. At the end of the book, he moves to Florida with the original other woman without divorcing his wife, but then his wife finds out about it all because someone sends her a copy of this book called The Other Other Woman and hey, look what the author did there AGAIN, and I can’t even with this story one more minute, but at least it’s over now. Whew. « Hide Spoiler
If you’re just looking for a book that works primarily as a conveyance for some super smutty sex scenes (and there’s nothing wrong with that; I like my smut as much as anybody), then The Other Other Woman might be for you. But I needed more, and that’s why it didn’t work for me. 2 stars