Lance gives up his career to support his wife Darlene’s new business endeavor to turn her successful diner into a franchise. Their ten-year-old daughter thinks he’s a spineless wimp and the hatred for her mother is quite overt.
While Darlene is busy working on the new franchise with her financier, Alec, Lance is busy learning yoga from Alec’s wife, Wren. Tantric sex ensues, and the relationships get messy.
Thelma Adams’ film critic style colors the descriptions, causing one too many directional sentence starts (Upstairs/In the next room/Behind the bushes). The entire book tries to make a point about house-husbands and what a sacrifice this guy made to support his wife, a successful restaraunteur turned franchisor. At several points throughout the book I wanted to scream at Lance to man-up and quit being such a push-over. Darlene is tough to love as a character, and their daughter Belle needs a good grounding. Playdate is too much like real life: the characters aren’t bigger than life, they’re the couple down the street.
Playdate annoyed me with its two-dimensional characters and plot, but maybe it’s just too modern for me. I do think that readers who love this genre will enjoy the plot. Other than the running directions, the writing is strong, and paints a vivid picture.
When not consuming books by the truckload, J Randayle Greyson is writing her current thriller. You can find her ebook, How to Build a Writing Platform that Works: The New Path to Publishing, at her website, http://TheSurvivalMama.com.
Review copy was provided free of any obligation by St. Martin’s Press. No monetary or any other form of compensation was received.