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Heroine: Emilie Swanson – Artistic, Neglected
Hero: Quinn Rowland – Jerk, Rich Kid
Emilie Swanson is your typical college student, going to school for graphic design because she loves art. Loves to paint. And because her rich parents, who don't care about her hopes or dreams, have vetoed her desire to be an artist. But she’s not about to let her parents crush her dreams. After losing her little sister, Emilie vows to live with no regrets. It also means accepting an invitation to Whitman College's most notorious players’ party.
Quinn Rowland is an asshole. A jerk. A pig. You name it, this manwhore deserves it because Quinn enjoys playing games with women's hearts. Since one girl stepped all over his heart, he’s going to step all over every other girls’ heart. And because daddy doesn't love him and his pro tennis career went out like his knee. Alcohol, parties, and seducing women with the intention to hurt their feelings is all he has.
And his latest conquest is Emilie. But Emilie isn't easy and she's definitely not dumb. I understood her attraction to Quinn, believe me I did. He might be all of those things I mentioned, but he's also human and his home life really does suck. Plus, he's a skilled seducer. Combine that with every moment of vulnerability he shows and it’s like girl crush kryptonite. I was seriously happy Emilie didn't just fall all over herself for him though. He more than deserved to be bested at his own game.
Broken at Love had a Cruel Intentions vibe from the beginning. Rich kids with no parental guidance, too much money at their disposal, and a lot of free time to devote to parties, booze, and bad behavior. Plus there’s the whole bad boy who falls for the innocent girl thing. Still, it managed to be full of some deep emotions and buried feelings... and had more than enough sexy times with a man who knows what he's doing. (Quinn definitely knows what he’s doing—just don't think too hard on how he learned it.) I didn't expect to be sucked into the drama like I was, but Broken at Love held me captive. The first half, especially.