She had had no choice. In desperation she had bought the blond wig, flown to Las Vegas, and singled out Brad Lucas for a night of unforgettable passion — then fled, not even waiting for the dawn.
How could she know that the memory of his touch would haunt her... that he would search for her — and find her. And now, in the luxurious suite of Brad's Palm Springs resort hotel, she was all but his prisoner. For he glimpsed what lay behind her daring charade. He wanted her. He swore that he loved her. But he was determined to know her shattering secret — the truth she would sacrifice even his love to hide.
An award-winning poet, novelist, political theorist, feminist activist, journalist, editor, and best-selling author, Robin Morgan has published 20 books, including the now-classic anthologies Sisterhood Is Powerful (Random House, 1970) and Sisterhood Is Global (Doubleday, l984; updated edition, The Feminist Press, 1996); with the recent Sisterhood Is Forever (Washington Square Press, 2003). A leader in contemporary US feminism, she has also played an influential role internationally in the women’s movement for more than 25 years.
An invited speaker at every major university in North America, Morgan has traveled — as organizer, lecturer, journalist — across Europe, to Australia, Brazil, the Caribbean, Central America, China, Indonesia, Israel, Japan, Nepal, New Zealand, Pacific Island nations, the Philippines, and South Africa; she has twice (1986 and 1989) spent months in the Palestinian refugee camps in Jordan, Lebanon, Egypt, Syria, West Bank, and Gaza, reporting on the conditions of women.
As founder and president of The Sisterhood Is Global Institute and co-founder and board member of The Women’s Media Center, she has co-founded and serves on the boards of many women’s organizations in the US and abroad. In 1990, as editor-in-chief of Ms. magazine, she relaunched the magazine as an international, award-winning, ad-free bimonthly, resigning in late 1993 to become consulting global editor. A recipient of the National Endowment for the Arts Prize for poetry, and numerous other honors, she lives in New York City.
Virgin widow goes to Vegas to find a man with gray eyes and black hair to impregnate her so her godfather will have a reason to live.
Ah, yes. The little-known sixth stage of grief.
The virgin widow is our heroine. She is rich, beautiful and unhappy since her husband and four year-old daughter died in a car accident six weeks before. Her husband was her ex-marine, her godfather’s only son. She is hoping to pass off the baby as her husband’s and has timed her trip to Las Vegas according to her cycle.
The story opens with the heroine in a blonde wig approaching the hero at a bar. He is smitten instantly. They go to his hotel room and have sex. He is thrilled to be her first and is planning white picket fences as he drifts off to sleep.
Heroine sneaks out and returns to her godfather’s home in California. She pines for the hero for weeks and worries about her godfather who has lost the will to live. Finally, she tells him that she thinks she’s pregnant (without a pregnancy test) with his son’s baby.
He’s ecstatic and begins planning a vacation. Fortuitously, an invitation for a free stay at a Palm Spring resort shows up in the mail. They are kinda suspicious, but decide to go anyway. So guess who owns the resort?
The hero!
That’s right. He tracked her down and now wants answers. Heroine’s godfather immediately likes the H because he also an ex-marine and a man’s man (unlike his son).
The hero is angry that the heroine used him as a stud, but he’s still smitten.
The rest of the story is the hero learning heroine is pregnant, pushing for marriage, and finding out the secrets of her marriage. But honestly, the best parts are the lavish descriptions of the resort, the food, the clothes, and all the 1970’s details.
The hero isn’t cruel for long, so the author has to use the secret of the heroine’s marriage as one last stumbling block. After their Las Vegas wedding ceremony, the heroine finally spills the beans:
Now it seems like a cliched reason for a virgin widow with child, but I’m sure this would have been quite the twist in 1982 when this was published. The author actually seems somewhat sympathetic towards the husband – but I was amazed at quickly the poor dead daughter was forgotten.
Aside from the salacious opening, this is a really sweet story. I could feel the sun on my shoulders and the skin cancer developing as heroine laid out for hours to attain that deep tan.
I SO wish she had written more books AND that they were available in electronic book form. A compelling author, strong characters, good story. What’s not to like!