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Stars: between 2.5 to 3.5 out of five.Review format: Comment plus links. Summary: Well, Robin Kaye writes diverting romantic fiction, and now I have read a bunch of it. Don’t tell anyone. Here’s a summary from the author’s website…Believe it or not, I’ve featured the least-embarrassing cover – of ‘Wild Thing’. To complement the cover, here’s a description of ‘Romeo, Romeo’. Rosalie Ronaldi doesn’t have a domestic bone in her body … All she cares about is her career, so she survives on take-out and dirty martinis, keeps her shoes under the dining room table, her bras on the shower curtain rod, and her clothes on the couch … Nick Romeo is every woman’s fantasy – tall, dark, handsome, rich, really good in bed, AND he loves to cook and clean … He says he wants an independent woman, but when he meets Rosalie, all he wants to do is take care of her. Before too long, he’s cleaned up her apartment, stocked her refrigerator, and adopted her dog … So what’s the problem? Just a little matter of mistaken identity, corporate theft, a hidden past in juvenile detention and one big nosy Italian family too close for comfort … (from the author’s website) Provenance: e-book from my library Date Read: April 2012
I have a confession to make. While on a business trip in April, I read a whole bunch of trashy romance downloaded in e-book form from my local library.
So. Romance. No, I haven’t got a genre category to track it here on my blog. But, now I admit: I have read some. I just tripped over a couple of these again online, so I feel they are due a restrained shout-out.
Robin Kaye writes reliably fun romance stories. The female leads have lively, witty narrative voices; and despite the beefcake covers, the male leads are not as bad as you might fear.
In Wild Thing I liked that our fish-out-of-water heroine took such enjoyment in wearing her offbeat ‘goth’ outfits. The trio of gorgeous brothers was just a little too perfect to be true, but hey it’s romance. Romeo, Romeo was my favourite of the bunch. It just felt the freshest, and I had the most fun reading that one. Plus, it was mostly describing just the one absurdly amazing guy, not a family of them.
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Book four of the In Death series. Mavis is launched on her career as a singer, Peabody begins to work permanently with Dallas, and there is a series of suicides which Eve finds suspicious. Nice cliffhanger where Eve has to rescue Roarke from a nasty plot. Compelling baddie.
The Lost is a anthology of four novellas, headlined by an Eve Dallas story ‘Missing in Death’. The stories vary in quality. One last comment – there was some seriously sloppy proofing on this books. Holding the horse’s reigns? That was twice! What did they review it with, a BlackBerry’s spell-checker? There were a few typos-as-grammatical errors and another word misuse as bad as reigns. Sheesh.
Missing in Death
As you might guess from the In Death, the genre is romantic mystery.
Peabody has a few endearing moments in this story ‘Can’t I indulge in five minutes of woo – it’s an occasion to have a cute guy flirt with me. Got it sir, banking the minutes for later’…
The plot itself is thin, and Peabody is the highlight of this particular outing.
The Dog Days of Laurie Summer
A solid three-star.
The second novella is The Dog Days of Laurie Summer, by Patricia Gaffney, and this was my favourite of the bunch. A career-focused woman is in a coma and finds her consciousness appearing in a dog adopted by her husband and son. Happy ending, etc… which was a little too neat and quick, but forgivable. Might have worked out VERY differently for her if she’d become a cat, LOL.
And then the filler
The other two novellas were much more formulaic a romance-pulp genre. The writing was not nearly as skilled as with the first two books, sometimes only mechanical in trotting the cliches between places. These two also got steamy in parts. I would probably be more forgiving if I were a bigger fan of plain-old-romance, but it’s just not my thing. In some ways, an In Death book is very close to this in following a formula, but there is usually a better mystery, or some character insight into someone, or some humor.
Lost in Paradise, by Mary Blayney – a pocket Venus nun-turned-singing-nurse has to rescue the brooding frozen-hearted master of a carribean castle from two centuries of cursed existence. What’s the key? Yep, true love. Like Foster avoiding thistle stems in the grass, at least I know not to step there again.
Legacy, by Ruth Ryan Langan – is poor little Aidan truly the long-lost granddaughter of the silver-maned Irish mogul? And who is the icy-blue-eyed sable-haired awesome Irish lawyer who lives on the estate? He’s not her cousin, which I was rooting for as a twist, he’s the soulmate. Ah, well.