Hmm. What to say about this one that won't alienate every Anne Stuart fan out there (and don't get me wrong, I am a HUGE fan). **deep breath** Here goes.
Anne Stuart is an excellent writer. She can create an atmosphere, tone, whatever you want to call it like few romance authors out there. I don't know what it is about her, but she is very talented in that respect. Her books are instantly recognizable to me for the style of her writing alone. Dark doesn't begin to fully describe the world she creates in her novels, but it's all I can come up with.
She can create a Hero out of a thug, a reptilian criminal, a spy, a hitman, a drug dealer. Pick a rat-bastard type and she can make him so attractive, so compelling, so sexual, and so tortured that as a female you can't help falling for him. She pushes all of our girlie buttons every single time. YOU will be the one to change him, to soften him, to make him see that he IS redeemable, that he does deserve all of you. I say all of you because when you fall for one of these rat-bastards, it is with every fibre of your being. You lose yourself in feelings you have for him. You would do anything for him, throw yourself in front of a train for him, break the law, lie, cheat and/or steal for him.
Not that there is anything wrong with that. (In the context of romantic fiction, of course. IRL it isn't the slightest bit healthy, lol).
My problem with this book (and, I'm finding, with Anne Stuart's contemporary romantic suspense novels) is that as bad as the Heroes are, the heroines seem to be cardboard, borderline TSTL victim-types. And when an 'anti-hero' (my word for AS' men) has no one to play off of other than a cardboard cliche, his words/actions become cardboard as well. The story becomes all surface, shallow and trite, with no depth to the characters. They have nowhere to go other than the cliche they are written into.
That's how I feel about this book.
Jamie, the heroine seems to be uptight, repressed, a bit of a wimp with a domineering mother. She has a back story that makes her out to be damaged, but we're only given the story in pieces - which made her behaviour towards Dillon goofy enough that I immediately thought she was an idiot. Kind of like the girls in the Harlequin romances. "No one shall touch me!" That type of behaviour, all the while agonizing over how hot Dillon still is. She seems to be OTT embarrassed about getting together with him as a teenager. Now, call me easy, but if I had the opportunity to jump the bones of my first love 13 years later - with him obviously wanting me big time, and looking as gorgeous as ever - am I going to fuck it up by saying things like "I don't want you to touch me; I hate you"? *facepalm*
Ugh. Anyhow, we find out as the story progresses that after she goes to 3rd base with Dillon back when she was 16, he blows her off for a girl with big boobs at the party, and she hooks up with the captain of the insert-sport-here team, who we all know has gotta be a pig and a date-rapist. Check that off the trauma list -- virgin heroine sullied forever by rich kid with sense of entitlement. Next check on the list -- Dillon pounds ever-loving crap out of rich kid, goes to jail for 18mths, consumed by secret love for Jamie. He had blown her off because he had principles - didn't think he was good enough for her, or some such baloney. This cues another layer to the backstory involving the cousin and endless machinations that involved Dillon, Nate (the cousin) and Jamie.
We get the sense that Nate was not a very nice person, and that Dillon knows a lot of stuff that he isn't telling. And that Jamie is not especially perceptive about her parents and her cousin. Later in the book we find out that Jamie has been in love with Dillon since she was a teenager, and that Dillon has carried a torch for her since then as well. Unfortunately, it's a whole lot of telling us rather than showing us, which is part of what I mean when I say the story is shallow.
Of course, Jamie has spent years in therapy trying to overcome the rape. (I'm going to stop for a moment and apologize to anyone who has ever had anything like this happen to them. I don't meant to trivialize it with my snarkiness. What I don't like is when it is used in romance novels as a reason for ridiculous behaviour by a TSTL heroine.) What she doesn't seem to have dealt with are her feelings for Dillon (I mean really - you can't help who you love, isn't acceptance one of the steps toward moving on?), her parents - who loved her cousin more than they loved her, or her cousin - whose death in Dillon's garage is the lynchpin for the entire story. And she hasn't dealt with the whole sex thing either -- one minute she's saying no, not on your life, I don't want this, and the next she is whispering in his ear "I wanted you to come in my mouth".
The story here was ok, if not particularly inspired: Jamie travels to Wisconsin to see Dillon - he was the last to see her cousin before his horrible death and she wants answers. He was her cousin's best friend growing up, she's had the hots for him since she was 15. Once she gets there, some things happen that prevent her from leaving (only a secret to her, though - we are shown everything that is going on so there really is no suspense here at all) and she and Dillon get it on in any number of places - including the infamous Cadillac convertible of their youth.
To get back again to the problem I have with AS' heroines -- when Jamie travels to Wisconsin it's in a beat-up Volvo, in a snowstorm with no working wipers. She puts the car into the ditch, she later loses her purse (not really her fault as Dillon stole it), she loses her shoes, she is upset at seeing Dillon, she can't eat, she can't sleep, she falls through an attic floor, she steps on a rat and screams blue murder, she takes off to the villian's lair alone, in a snowstorm. She keeps asking Dillon if he was the one who pushed her through the attic floor, who wrote 'whore' on her chest with a knife, who started all of the vehicles in the garage to poison her with carbon dioxide, who slashed her tires. All of which makes me grit my teeth.
Where are the strong-willed, determined, WITTY, smart, self-sufficient heroines that populate AS' historical romance novels? This one screams, cries, needs someone to tell her to put on her big girl panties and deal. And it's these characters that I don't care for. I think the heroine is what wrecked the book for me. What does it leave the hero with other than to be a douchebag to her? He can't banter with her, she's got no wit. He can't tease her, she has no sense of ha-ha where he is concerned. He can't be tender with her, she says she hates him. The only thing he can do is fuck her. Forcefully, not particularly tenderly. At least in the beginning.
And while on that subject -- Anne Stuart does those parts mighty nicely. In fact, those are the best parts of the book. And right now, the only reason I'd re-read this one. ;)
3.5 stars