Sun! Surf! Guys with great abs! That what American Rowena Maven expects from her year in Australia. The reality is the Roach Hotel she's staying in, and the chewing gun on her shoes. That's until Patrick Carrol drops out of the sky. Suddenly, Ro's got a boyfriend. Sort of. He shows up when she least expects him, wherever she happens to be. He's magic. He walks on clouds, but he's no angel and what's with the lip-zip thing. She's got a boyfriend, but she can't tell the world, - or even her best friend Hallie. And on the day she does, he vanishes. Lip zipped or lovelorn; are those her only options? Not if Ro can uncover the true Boy Down Under. There were no redeeming qualities in this book whatsoever. I couldn't get passed the first two or three chapters.