Wow. That’s all that comes to mind when I think about this book, and it isn’t a good thing.
Bad Boy Baby Daddy, by Avery Wilde, is terrible. Normally I don’t post a review for a book I really didn’t like, because taste is a matter of perspective, but this author didn’t do the slightest bit of research for her book. So I feel totally justified in writing this review, and saving other readers the burden of buying a piece of crap. The male protagonist, Kaiden, is supposed to be a super-hot UFC fighter at the top of his sport.
It is clear from the beginning of this book that Wilde has NO idea how the MMA scene works, or what happens in a fight. She talks about Kaiden’s opponent trying to trap him in a corner … um, UFC fighters fight in an octagon, not a square cage, so it is incredibly difficult to trap someone in a corner … the angle isn’t sharp enough.
Secondly, refs in the UFC get a hell of a lot more respect than Kaiden exhibits and they don’t have whistles. Thirdly, when someone submits, it ends the fight, not the round.
Even before the fight begins, the author has Kaiden looking around at the crowd – not looking out at the mass of people in the stands but at individual faces, where he recognizes someone he hasn’t seen in thirteen years. Ya, no honey, that doesn’t happen. And if it does, that fighter sure as shit loses from his lack of focus. Going into the cage, a fighter might notice the roar of the crowd, the energy, but he or she isn’t likely to pick out individual faces and if they do, it is someone the are looking for like a team-mate or spouse.
Unfortunately, I had to give up on the book at this point, before the characters even came together, because of all of the inaccurate details. I’m sorry, but if you are going to write a book based on a sport, at least know how said sport is conducted.
* (yes, my first one star review)