I have no idea how I even heard of this book. I'm usually too embarrassed to pick anything up that has a cover like this:
And the title: Seriously? I cI have no idea how I even heard of this book. I'm usually too embarrassed to pick anything up that has a cover like this:
And the title: Seriously? I cringe even typing it. This book was released under a different title at one point: A Night of Scandal. Besides having nothing to do with anything in the story, it probably wasn't nearly sexy enough for the rest of the series.
Here's the premise for the series: Eight (count 'em, EIGHT) siblings. Some full, some step, some half, all obscenely wealthy and successful, all of them "50 shades of fucked up" as a result of a horrific upbringing. An angsty, Harlequin version of Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, each written by a different author.
That did for me - I had to have the whole series.
The Tortured Rake (sigh. It's. just. so. bad.) is the story of Nathaniel Wolfe, uber-sexy mega-talented actor and, I believe, the youngest of the Wolfe clan. Oh yeah, and he's an emotional cripple, but just like in real life we don't find that out until a bit later. Bring on the angst, I say!
Said angst angle enters in the form of Katie Field, a wardrobe designer on the play Nathaniel is starring in in London, and so begins one of my favourite fairy tales -- the regular girl snags the movie star. I love these stories, especially when they are done well.
I really enjoyed this - it was much better than I was expecting it to be. The writing was good, both characters were believable and they felt real. I could identify with Katie and see exactly what she saw in Nathaniel.
There were a couple of clunky moments (view spoiler)[like where out of nowhere when they get down and do the nasty we discover that Katie was a virgin. HUH? (hide spoiler)], and an instance or two where I had to remind myself that I was reading a Harlequin and the author didn't have 500 pages to work with, but overall I liked this quite a bit.
It'll go on a new shelf with my other movie star/regular girl books -
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Despite having one of the most uninspired titles I've seen lately (that immediately made me think of Snoopy, sitting on top of his doghouse with his tDespite having one of the most uninspired titles I've seen lately (that immediately made me think of Snoopy, sitting on top of his doghouse with his typewriter) this Anne Stuart Harlequin kept me entertained all the way through.
It read like a typical AS kitchen sink category romance - so much going on it was hard to keep track of the tropes: a hurricane, a windswept cliff with a big stone house, a matronly housekeeper so sweet and thoughtful she could only be purely evil, the requisite slow-in-the-head son of the said evil housekeeper, standing 6 1/2 feet tall, with superhuman strength, no brains to speak of and a malevolent streak a mile wide, the mysterious reclusive O'Neal, Irish ghosts, a seal, smugglers, Irish accents, red hair, "I hate you I hate you no wait I think I want you", (from a virginal spinsterish heroine, no less!) lots of bickering and snotty remarks and a cellar full of treasure. And, because it's an Anne Stuart, a treacly sweet epilogue.
A couple of parts were a little bit OTT and the lead up to the Hero's big secret almost made me laugh, but like I said I was pretty well-entertained and was eagerly turning pages all the way to the end.
The back cover said, "No doubt about it, he was really the one."
Ah, yes. The love at first sight Harlequin Romance. And the cover says it hits her likThe back cover said, "No doubt about it, he was really the one."
Ah, yes. The love at first sight Harlequin Romance. And the cover says it hits her like a thunderbolt!
Here is the story in a nutshell: Valerie is a beautiful, independently wealthy reporter who works for her uncle's newspaper. She is fast on her way to a Pulitzer when her uncle sends her off to Kentucky to cover the Egyptian Arabian horse show. She hates horses, so her uncle figures she'll have a different perspective on the whole scene.
Through a series of clunky misunderstandings she meets and falls in love (and remember, it hits her like a thunderbolt!) with the Hero, a reclusive gazillionaire entrepreneur with a big-time hate on for the press. He pretends to be his own employee, she pretends to be the lover of his horse trainer, she gathers material for an expose on him, he gets a dossier on her, they fight, then they f**k. The inevitable big mis happens (including a ridiculous "moment" between Valerie and his horse) lots of tears are shed, everyone acts like they are in high school and then they all live happily ever after.
This book had some great moments -- the Hero smoked (YAY! You never see that anymore) and was a sexist jerk who seemed to think she was a whore the whole time he was falling in love with her. Issues, much, dude?
Anyhow, the bright spots at the beginning got bogged down in some ham-handed plot mechanics and, I'm sorry, but the heroine was a freaking moron. Perhaps after I've read a few more of these I'll get used to no one having any common sense in Harleyland, but for now it's hard to take.
Onwards and upwards, as they say - I'm hoping the next one is better. If not, this could be a really long month.