I was so disappointed when I discovered that this book lost its seriously wonderful title somewhere along the way and just became ‘Forgotten Daughter.’ All the way through this fairly bland story I was thinking about how the girl that love forgot could maybe go to the land that time forgot and find for me the chocolate down the back of the cupboard that I forgot was there.
I know about the Wolfes, oh yes, I’ve read about them before. So I know about Annabelle and that time her father took a whip to her (not a spoiler, it’s in the blurb), so the fact that she gets a book comes as no surprise. The fact that she gets a fairly bland book with a strangely boring sexy hero is.
Annabelle takes photos of horses as a job. I’m glad she has an interesting job, but she does it in linen pant suits and heels, because apparently taking photos of horses is generally done in studio conditions, I guess? I mean, the horses come to you and stand under hot lights while you give instructions like: think sexy, angle towards the light, and smize?
In the opening pages of the book she arrives at playboy Stefano’s horse ranch in Spain and starts insulting him. He’s like: welcome to my horse ranch, Miss Wolfe, and she’s immediately all: I’m not sleeping with you sleazebag, and your ranch is mucky and your horses are overpriced nags.
It comes as no surprise that Stefano is delighted. He maybe has a bit of a twinge about her badmouthing his horses, but by gum he’s going to sleep with Annabelle Wolfe, and it’s going to be grand. Many men have tried, only one has succeeded, so now it’s his turn, etc.
That’s the plot. Stefano wants to sleep with Annabelle, and she wants to sleep with him. But she can’t because she’s got issues. And also, she just wants to wear high heels and take pictures of horses and enjoy being bitter about how flabby rich men keep wanting to sleep with her. And he wants it to be super hot sex but no big thing. Really, there’s nothing to complain about here, except …
I couldn’t warm to Annabelle. I can see some likeability in a character that is so prickly from previous experiences with men that she upfront tells a guy to get bent. It’s sadly all too realistic. Annabelle has scars from her father’s attack and she carries a lot of emotional scarring from its consequences, from her survivor guilt in a childhood of abuse, and she’s screwed over by her mentor. This should all make her just explode with interesting character hooks. Instead, I fixated on the most inconsequential thing: her clothing. She’s wearing heels and business attire to photograph horses in stable buildings and paddocks, and dammit, I can’t deal with how this is her job and she won’t dress sensible. She also drops her camera at least twice and appears to be swanning around taking professional shots without a tripod. Or giving me any interesting geek stuff about her equipment.
I couldn’t warm to Stefano either, because under that sexy playboy exterior, he was a saint. All his employees were local teenagers, so clearly he’s providing jobs in the community. I hope he’s paying award rates. When, because he thinks her photos of horses lack heart (what?), Stefano decides Annabelle must take a break from shooting horses and shoot some villagers (as all horse photographers must?), everyone in town basically genuflects when he walks by. I think I’m not conditioned to want romance heroes to just have more sexy playboy under their exterior, with a dark and spicy tang of dumb that leads him to treat the heroine quite horribly before then grovelling like a grovel champ.
From the very beginning, Annabelle is torn between her sexual desire for Stefano, and her assumption that he’s a conniving bastard out for that One Thing. Unfortunately, each of them make the point at least once that no one’s forcing either of them to be here on this ranch. Annabelle’s working for a magazine and the magazine is paying Stefano for the story about his horses, but there isn’t even a proverbial gun against anyone’s temple so we’re kind of lacking in any urgent need to stay together and ignore the sniping. If the lovers are busy succumbing to that urgent, desperate need to be together I want a really juicy trumped up whatever keeping them apart, or less sniping and some other crazy source of conflict.