Josie, the unemployed virgin housemaid, arrives back in Honolulu to throw herself at the mercy of Prince Kasimir, the mining magnate. She will marry him, and sell him a house in Alaska, if he will rescue her sister from his wicked elder brother, Prince Vladimir. Why does she have to marry him before she can sell him a house? Complicated will stuff.
In a book that I haven’t read, Prince Vladimir has very excitingly won Josie’s older sister in a card game, and whisked her off to parts unknown. At least, parts unknown to Josie. It all sounds awesome, and made me immediately think that ‘A Reputation for Revenge’ was a book about the B team.
And after that … I couldn’t help it. They are the B team, which means I spent the book thinking they weren’t trying hard enough not to be Bs, or that they were trying too desperately to be As, which is something only Bs do.
Kasimir and Josie are the younger siblings and it’s possible to put their whole deal down to petulance that they really need to outgrow right now. Josie can’t drive, and can’t survive without her sister telling her what to do. Her sunniness is lovely, but can’t quite cover the occasional twinges of resentment at her sister’s controlling ways. Even Kasimir, who thinks she’s hot and really wants in her pants all the time, points out that this is nonsense, since Josie is a 22-year-old grownup. This is a departure from Kasimir’s policy of smarming Josie into compliance and bed. Fortunately, for him, she’s waiting for a much bigger attack before she stops putting out.
Not that Kasimir is any better at being a grownup. The house in Alaska he’s buying from Josie was his family home, and he was really cross when Vladimir sold it, because even though they were poor as dirt, that was their home, and sacred to their mother. Boohoo, cry baby youngest child. Vladimir and Kasimir went into the mining business and were doing very well until Josie’s older sister showed up and Vladimir fell in love with her, but then she was conning him sort of, and Kasimir drunkenly told a reporter, and Vladimir threw the sister out and got even with Kasimir by doing a half-billion dollar deal without him.
That was all ten years ago, and Kasimir is holding a great big sulky grudge against both Vladimir and the sister. He’s got plenty of his own mining money, because I guess we, as readers, would think he was a bit pathetic if he didn’t. Npw he’s kind of conning Josie, as to exactly how much help he’s planning on giving her in the sister rescue space. But she’s so sexy and adorable that he doesn’t want her to know, because then she won’t keep giving up her sweet virgin goodies.
Exotic location time: Kasimir gets his naughty Sheikh on in a luxury desert tent with a badly dressed Josie. He and Josie have a thrillingly good sexy time of it, until Josie starts to work out that she’s been had. In addition to the above locations, there’s Russia. My theory is that Lucas works on the rule of three when it comes to destinations. It’s a good rule, as long as the reader doesn’t start calculating flight times in her head, and wondering just how much first class luxury can actually compensate for that constant noise, dehydration and jetlag.
Josie’s a little younger than the usual Lucas virgin. She still thinks her hymen, and her mouth, must be saved for some special firsts, but she didn’t bang on about it too much so I gave her a pass. She’s also all perky and bubbly and self-deprecating, because Josie is actually something of an autodidact genius. She knows a lot of stuff and understands Russian. Her least attractive quality was that she insisted on being a crappy dresser. Kasimir gifts her with the obligatory designer wardrobe and she’s all ‘no thanks, I want to be comfortable, can I wear your jeans and t-shirt?’ No. Just: no. Especially when he’s in robes and you’re in a tent, would it KILL you to put on a sparkly bra and see-through harem pants?
Of course Kasimir is the first man to really appreciate her brains and beauty and sexiness. It’s just a shame he spent much of the book being a B-grade villain about his stupid revenge scheme.
Once again, this is all over the top and super entertaining. I have a feeling that I may end up not liking the A team when I read their book half as much as I liked Josie and Kasimir, because even with all their cry baby faults, at least they weren’t insufferably smug.