When Caroline Adams secretly shouldered her cousin's debt, she certainly didn't expect that it would entail marrying rich and cynical Steve Revellion. Not willing to let her cousin down, Caroline agreed. Privately, she planned to break off the engagement when the time was ripe.
But she had not foreseen Steve's special brand of virile charm. Soon she was passionately in love with him. Now she wondered: could she marry a man whose eyes darkened with desire but whose lips never spoke of love?
As an author for Mills and Boon and later for Harlequin Romance, Dorothy Cork wrote 38 romance novels. She was born in 1918 and is still alive. Her first book was published in 1965 and the last in 1985.
Quite a number of her books have been translated into a diversity of languages: Japanese, Greek, Italian, French and so on.
She also wrote a number of short stories - about half of which were published in various Australian magazines.
Her cousin has a six-thousand dollar debt. The h agrees with the deal the H proposes in exchange for his money: marry him and become the mother of his children.
If you’re going to sell yourself, at least sell yourself for a high price and for someone more worth it than that awful cousin. 🙄
But okay. The book is from 1981, maybe $ 6.000 was a lot of money then.
3.5 Could be better, could be worse. Nothing extraordinary happens but we do get “romance & seduction” scenes although never home-run or an actual marriage. Simply, the ending could have been better. Instead, everything summed up weak, a huge let down, super unsatisfactory in my opinion.
When Caroline Adams secretly shouldered her cousin's debt, she certainly didn't expect that it would entail marrying rich and cynical Steve Revellion. Not willing to let her cousin down, Caroline agreed. Privately, she planned to break off the engagement when the time was ripe.
But she had not foreseen Steve's special brand of virile charm. Soon she was passionately in love with him. Now she wondered: could she marry a man whose eyes darkened with desire but whose lips never spoke of love?