I can forgive quite a bit of nonsense in romance books, since I just like to gobble up stories about two idiots figuring out how to get together. So at first I shrugged off the "not like other women" trope, the fact that the dude was kind of a jerk and rather possessive, and the rampant miscommunication. But more and more troubling plot points kept adding up towards the end, plus the (spoilerly) tragic twist tipped the scales enough where I didn't enjoy the book anymore.