2.5 stars
There's actually a lot to like about this bubbly, fun read, and Erin McCarthy is a good writer. Unfortunately, she uses her powers for evil. There were so many cheesy references to a farmer getting sexually excited by the heiress that I almost turned lactose-intolerant. The guy must have been pretty deprived, since he could get an erection from the woman walking across the room (believable in a teenager, not so much a grown man). Then there were the constant references to how bronzed, lean, and long-legged the title character was. But we're supposed to think the man is genuinely in love with her, when his thoughts are mostly confined to her legs and her ass. Add the unrealistic sex scenes--orgasming through oral sex with a near-stranger after only a minute...mmm-hmmm, sure, Fifty Shades of Gray--and I found myself rolling my eyes so hard I gave myself a headache.
It's a shame, because underneath the purple, swollen, throbbing prose, was a nice little story about a heiress who learns there's more to life than money. Reminds me of that reality show where Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie worked as farmhands. I like McCarthy's writing enough to try another book, in the hopes it would have a little less over-the-top descriptions of male lust, and more depth.