By day, I'm a domestic violence prosecutor. By night, I read romance to restore my faith in love, relationships, and humanity in general.
I liked Wallbanger, the book that preceded this sequel, well enough (except for the end): it was funny, even if the narrator-protagonist, Caroline, did strike me as annoyingly immature. Unfortunately, Alice Clayton should have quit while she was ahead. Rusty Nailed picks up where Wallbanger left off, showing how Caroline and Simon settle into their happy ever after -- but the nitty-gritty details of keeping an established relationship going are never as fun or as exciting as those heady days of infatuation at the start of a relationship, and consequently, there isn't much STORY in this story. I kept reading, waiting for a real conflict that would give the book some purpose, but no. (Why did I keep reading, you may wonder? I have a hard time breaking up with a series mid-stream. I can DNF a new book or new author if it isn't carrying my interest, but if I've already read a book in the series and feel some connection to the characters or the series-long story arc, I'm committed, for good or ill.)