The only thing I liked about this book were the references to Chicago and luxury chocolates. Although this book claims it is a romance, it felt more like women's fiction to me. The mystery was subpar, and it was clearly just there to drive the plot forwards. When the killer is finally revealed, it felt so arbitrary and random. The book had fade to black sex scenes, so all of the chemistry between Rory Meadows and Brett River (sports agent to Rory's professional football player half-brother) had nowhere to go. Sports romance fans should skip this book.