Robert Carlton had dropped into Laura's world --- an island backwater in the West Indies --- by helicopter. He'd charmed her minx of a daughter with bedtime stories. And he'd sent Laura's pulse soaring with kisses in the moonlight.
But they had nothing in common. She was an artistic recluse while he was a business tycoon, who wanted only her signature on some important papers. Laura knew that once she'd signed he'd be gone --- and her life would be as it had been.
And a good thing, too, common sense said. Her reawakened heart, however, was beating out quite a different message ...
Emma Goldrick is the penname used by the marriage formed by Emma Elizabeth Jean Sutcliffe, borned 7 February 1923 in Puerto Rico, and Robert N. Goldrick, borned on 22 March 1919 in Massachusetts, USA. They met in Puerto Rico, where married. She was a licensed practical nurse, volunteered with American Red Cross and she taught American Sign Language and he was a career USA military man. Thirty years and 4 children later they retired, and in 1980 they started to write in collaboration, and their first novel was accepted and published in 1983 by Mills & Boon. They continued publishing 40 novels until Robert passed away at 76, in 22 January 1996. After her husband death, she published her last novel and retired. Emma Goldrick passed away at 85, in 20 November 2008.
"To Tame a Tycoon" is the story of Laura and Robert.
Hero is a millionaire business whose company manufactures dolls. When he realizes that the shares that could save his company belong to a stranger, he travels to a remote island to retrieve it. It is there he meets the heroine- a reclusive artist and mercenary dentist, her lovable housekeeper and cheerful daughter. It doesnt take him long to fall for all of them.. yet he remains suspicious of her intentions. Lots of laughter and sweet courtship in this one. There is some OW to cause trouble, loads of almost kisses, a heartwarming pursuit and a paternity mystery. The end is very satisfying, and the cover page is very apt!
Song for the story here See how the song's cute? Also notice how you want to rip your hair out after listening to it after 20 times? I love EG's humor but I hate that her heroines just can not shut up in their heads...I can usually filter that out but when the story is longer than usual, it becomes difficult for me to separate the internal dialog from the description etc...
Anyhoo - I still liked a couple of paragraphs worth of dialog cuz they were more along the lines of philosophy than love (if you get your hands on the book, I can tell you which page numbers to go to :P). The ending was very well done so I will be increasing the rating keeping that in mind. Plus how many 'tycoon' titled books will you see with the said tycoon riding a bicycle? RESPECT to EG for achieving that :P
I wont give a summary as others have already done so.
This was not a good reading experience. I could not get on board with how the author made the characters speak to themselves in their heads! It just sounded so artificial and confusing. At times, I didnt know if the heroine was saying something or just thinking it. Yes not a very good technique.
The author did use this same method in another book I read, which I enjoyed a lot, however, in that one the heroine was deaf, so it was important that the readers heard her thoughts. And, for that book it worked.
I loved the setting, and I adored the wonderful trio of women who lived together as a family.
I didn't like our tycoon hero Robert Carlton, mega-big-dick CEO of CarltonWorld Toys. His company produces creepy talking dolls in 'third world' sweat shops that are contaminated with lead paint and unsafe filling materials. Too lethal to sell in the US market, so they are pushing them out to other countries, to poison and maim little non-American girls. This is the absolute hellish end-game of evil capitalism, and our H is the head honcho of all this... and we're supposed to LIKE him?
Setting that ethical hot potato aside - he's also a smug twat who does the whole 'both arms around each lady' bullshit, as though he's big enough to go around all the jealous bitches. He takes her house over, destroys her precious paintings and never once says sorry, and then announces they are getting married. She, meanwhile, sort of flops about like a throbbing vagina with no brain attached... ohhhh I feel all funny, I love him I love him because he gives me sex tingles... never mind he's a total bellend.
Urgh - sorry, this is ranty. I just felt gross after reading this, like I've been made to hug a sweaty pervert and I can feel his clammy residue on my chest.