La dulce y tímida Marie Santini había descubierto hacía mucho tiempo que los hombres no la veían como una mujer seductora... por mucho que, bajo su mono de trabajo, latiera un corazón apasionado. ¿Por qué, entonces, el irresistible sargento Davis Garvey se mostraba tan interesado en ella?
Una sola mirada de la atractiva Marie Santini bastaba para excitar al curtido Davis Garvey. Aquella inocente seductora no parecía ser consciente de sus encantos, pero, ¿se atrevería Davis a estrechar entre sus brazos a una mujer en cuyos ojos se leía la palabra "compromiso"?
USA Today best selling author Maureen Child is the author of more than ninety romance novels and novellas. Maureen is a five time nominee for the prestigious Rita award from Romance Writers of America. One of her novels, A Pocketful Of Paradise, was made into a CBS-TV movie called The Soul Collector, starring Melissa Gilbert, Bruce Greenwood and Ossie Davis. Over the years, she’s written under lots of different names and she prefers the term ‘pseudonym’ to ‘alias’. As Ann Carberry, she wrote western historical romances. As Kathleen Kane, she wrote not only Americana romances, but western paranormal romances as well. As Sarah Hart, she wrote one really spectacular western paranormal that is still one of her favorites. And once, Ann Carberry even wrote a Victorian historical which she absolutely loved doing.
Under her own name, Maureen writes short contemporary novels for Silhouette Desire—books she loves to write because of their fast pace and condensed story telling. Maureen is also writing funny, contemporary paranormal romances for NAL and darker paranormal stories for Silhouette Nocturne.
Maureen writes paranormal romance novels under the pesudonym of Regan Hastings
Marie is a mechanic in a small town. Always a tomboy, she feels unattractive compared to her pretty, feminine sisters. But when Davis, a Marine from the local base, brings his car to her garage to be repaired, she finds out that it's possible to be a mechanic and a sexy, attractive woman too.
It's funny how the majority of the romance novels that I disliked as a teenager, I now like, and vice versa. This was one that I was very fond of when I was 18-19. I found Marie quirky and cute, and Davis hot and just angsty enough to tug at the heart strings.
As a 30-year-old, I'm less enamoured with the book than I used to be. Neither hero not heroine is deep enough for me to understand why they fell in love with each other, and Marie's personality is all over the place - one moment she's insecure, the next she's confident and content with herself, then she's clingy and emotional, then she's sanguine...she never settles into any particular character, and I get dizzy just trying to figure her out.
Davis, too, does a 180 towards the end of the book, going from being a career Marine who doesn't care much for home and hearth, to wanting to give up his career and marry and settle down. Little explanation is given as to why, and we're supposed to think that his aversion to family and settledness was merely due to the fact that he never really had any of his own. Romance novels generally pathologise lone wolf behaviour, and attribute it to the character either being traumatised by something in his (or occasionally her) past, or simply never having met the right person, or some combination of both. Fair enough; the genre is built around the idea of happily ever after, so it's sort of expected that heroes and heroines would change their ways of thinking and embrace love and marriage by the end of their tale. That said, authors need to make the characters' transformations from loner to family man a believable one, and I wasn't buying it with Davis. His switcheroo felt less like a man finally seeing the light, and more like someone panicking because he had a few moments of loneliness at Christmas. Even with some hot sex thrown into the mix, that's not enough to build a relationship on.
Sweet in places, but not really believable. 2.5 stars.
I read this after we got back from Camp Pendleton. I thought it would be fun to read this and see how accurate the geography was. I won't be reading anything from this line again. There was no real plot other than people with out of control hormones.