I've never understood why romance novels leading men were always loudly proclaiming that they preferred their women willing, when it is clear they don't know how to take no for an answer. Am I supposed to be impressed that the man is not quite an outright rapist, even if he thinks nothing of lying to, manipulating, or otherwise coercing a woman into his bed? Even if we ignore the nuances of consent, of which there aren't many, why am I supposed to ignore a man forcing himself on a woman begging him to stop, just because he happens to arouse her body or bring her to orgasm?
Gavin Bryne is a callous, manipulative, selfish bastard. And he doesn't take no for an answer. Maybe I am meant to find him dangerous and exciting, but mostly he seems to be the Paris Hilton of society, without any of Paris's humanity. But perhaps I am being too harsh on Paris Hilton.
Its difficult, if not impossible, to like the lead in this book. I could handle him being bitter and jaded, but he doesn't have the emotional depth to qualify as such. He meets our heroine and promptly propositions her, and when she says he isn't interested, he tells her that becoming his mistress is the only way he will agree to help her. It doesn't matter to him that he's been offered a barony-- and with it, the sort of legitimacy he has wanted his entire life. It's kind of appalling that Byrne does his best to coerce Christabel into having sex with him when she already said no. Naturally, she is willing to let him paw at her if it is the only way to ensure his assistance, and Byrne sulkily assures her that he prefers his women willing and will not insist on access to her body.
So he isn't an unapologetic rapist. He doesn't seem to realise that blackmailing a woman into sex is still rape. And he makes up his mind to seduce her and have her be his mistress in truth, while also plotting to steal her lost property for his own so that he can use it against his father.
Christabel is actually a very likeable heroine, although perhaps she has more spirit than sense. She keeps a gun in her purse and adopts wounded soldiers as her household servants. I liked that she was a widow, and not as naive or idealistic as some young women, and I liked even more that she was a little jaded.
What disturbs me the most about this book is Christabel's inability to say no. This isn't a weakness in her character, but a result of her situation. Letters belonging to her father have fallen out of her possession, and the Prince is being blackmailed with them. If the letters are made public as the blackmailer threatens, her father could be hanged for treason and the Prince could lose his regency. The fate of her country, her father's livelihood, and her own reputation lie in the balance.... And Byrne will not help her unless she has sex with him. Under the circumstances, she is under enormous pressure to get those letters back. Byrne may not be in possession of all the facts, but that hardly matters. He makes demands of her, and Christabel has to comply or her father might be hanged.
Creepy, isn't it?
Byrne pretends to be a hedonist who wants mutual pleasure and no obligations with his mistress, which is a tolerable stance for a rake. Unfortunately he is completely ignorant of human nature- it doesn't occur to him that his lifestyle isn't suited for everyone, or that a person might want obligations. Christabel tells him no and he withholds his help, she tells him not to flirt with her and he kisses her to teach her a lesson. He insists on playing card games for clothing, then gets angry when she wins. And most appallingly-- he gets her naked and orgasmic, and is furious with her when she returns the favour without letting him penetrate her.
To be clear: after she has the first and only orgasm of her life, Christabel jerks him off (not because she wants to, but because she knows he won't be put off any other way). And he is angry with her, because she "tricked" him into coming in her hand instead of her vagina. She had already told him that she didn't want to have sex with him, several times. That same night she said she wouldn't have sex with him no matter who won their card game. But when she lets him take her clothing off, he assumes that she is consenting to sex. Not just once, but as many times as he wants her. And when she dares to assert her boundaries, he is furious with her.
I suppose I should be kinder to him. He was trying to seduce her, after all. Maybe he was angry that his seduction was less effective than he had thought. Its hard to be kind to Byrne because he is such an unlikable character: he likes Christabel's body and wants to fuck her, but he is simultaneously planning on betraying her, stealing from her, and discarding her when he is done... And he doesn't understand why she doesn't want him. Being good in bed is not an adequate substitute for being a good person. Its difficult to understand how he could have gone his entire life so far without realizing that other people put stock in trust, affection, and comfort. furthermore, he acts like a tantruming toddler whenever he is denied something he wants.
The plot was overly contrived and required a lot of suspension of disbelief, but it was at least interesting. The villain is predictably one-dimensional, lacking in any nuance or deeper motivation.
The scene with Byrne's past lovers gossiping about him was particularly hard to swallow, because it was an obvious, and poorly executed, ploy to underline how special and unique Christabel is. Not to mention, an unsubtle attempt to convince the reader and Christabel that Byrne has real, deep feelings, rather than a tawdry sexual connection as he had with previous women. Byrne spends the night with Christabel because he is jealous and possessive, not because he expresses any tenderness in the aftermath of their lovemaking. He calls her "darling". And I am meant to believe that the man has real feelings because of those rather sparse signs of affection, despite knowing he is eagerly anticipating betraying their agreement when he has finished using her for his own ends.
Later in the book we discover that he has the occasional kind whim, such as lying to procure a job for a girl. He also has his mother secreted away in a lavish home. He has tiny bits of good in him... But it is too little, too late. When Christabel trusts him with the contents of the letter, he is so gleeful about his plans for revenge. And he seriously doesn't care about the lives of the people he intends to ruin. He doesn't care that he will throw the entire country into turmoil, ruin one family and tear apart two others. He wants revenge, and not even Christabel is enough to sway him.
His abrupt about face is, in the end, not the kind of character growth that would have made a difference to me. Giving up his revenge was never what he needed to do: that made him a less hateful person but not a better man.
What Gavin Byrne needed to do to earn my respect was to admit that women, regardless of their status, have worth. He assures Christabel that she is not a whore-- after all, she is not poor. Christabel logically points out that, street walker or courtesan, a whore is a woman who exchanges her favours for money. Their argument highlights everything that is wrong with this novel--- he in turns berates her, bullies her, then attempts to humiliate and degrade her. What he had to learn was not that Christabel is a special snowflake worthy of his love, he needed to realize that no woman deserves to be called (or treated like) a whore.
The ending was trite and not really worth the slog through this terrible novel. If I didn't know this book was the third book written in this series, I would have thought it was the first book Jeffries had ever written. I can't even recommend the book for writing style or prose-- there are such awful, florid descriptions that i found myself rolling my eyes. None of the side characters show any of the vivacity I had come to expect from the previous two novels, so this book was a complete wash. I would give it no stars if i could.