RENEGADE LOVE Beyond the sleek yacht stretched the mighty Amazon - and the Brazilian jungle that hid Leigh Barnett's missing father. She'd come from Denver to find the only man daring enough to make the journey. Reluctantly Race Sloane agreed to take the heiress to Sundog Resources aboard The Renegade. Race kept his distance from "Mrs. Barnett" until Leigh's protective lie was revealed, her defenses stripped by his emerald gaze. Even as she reveled in his arms she knew she couldn't afford the commitment he demanded. Soon she'd have to choose... before the perilous cruise had run its course.
My oldie haul from Amazon continues. River of Dreams features a hero wanting commitment and a more emotionally reticent heroine. Our heroine is a VP of her family company and in Brazil desperately searching for her father who disappeared without a word 5 months back. Growing up her father was always absent in her life, off on his distant adventures, and that has left her with emotional hang-ups. She is told the hero is her best bet to help her. The hero is a former lawyer who left his lucrative family practice (and wife), to follow what fulfilled him. In the heroine, he sees his former self, someone not doing what they want. At first he mistakenly assumes she is married, something the heroine allows to go on for five days, as she is scared of the heat between them.
After their first nigh together, the hero's talk of a future has her running scared. This scene made me laugh as it is honestly such a role-reversal in romance. The heroine is more comfortable with a physical relationship than a permanent one as the hero wants. She thinks the hero will be a flake, like her father. I liked this mainly because of the whole role-reversal thing.
Just finished a reread of this, the first romance novel I ever read. Filched from a paper bag in my Aunt Brenda's bedroom closet, hidden in the space under my waterbed's (yup, that's right) headboard, this baby was everything I remembered it being.
Race Sloane and Leigh Barnett's love story installed a lot of my romance buttons. A fancy yacht on the Amazon, a missing father, and a foul mouthed parrot were the perfect supporting characters to their love story.
It's a 40 year old book, I probably first read it somewhere in 1991-92 and, as I said, I just finished it again. Guess what? It still slaps.