This started out as a nice mix of historical and contemporary fiction. I was quite intrigued by the Windswept papers that described life on the plantation in the 1800s, although the sheer volume of material that Barrett had to inventory and catalogue was astounding and overwhelming!
Barrett was a strong, sensible, intelligent woman who took no guff from anyone, having grown up with three overly protective brothers. I liked how she argued her case with Davis with concise and reasonable points and refused to be intimidated by his stern, implacable attitude when she first met him.
Davis, too, was an intriguing character, who also did not let himself be bulldozed or intimidated by his dysfunctional family. His gradual romantic interest in his “tame” historian was a pleasant change from the insta-lust situations where hero and heroine jump into bed within hours of meeting each other. However, that being said, the “romance” quickly morphed into a lot of explicit sex scenes that bordered on erotic porn. Darn! And, it was flowing along so nicely, too! I really didn’t see the need to go into such graphic detail every time they had sex. It would have been sufficient to describe the first encounter and then refer to their subsequent beddings in implicit terms.
And, speaking of dysfunctional, Cousin Lloyd’s behavior was extremely over-the-top. How he hoped to stop the disclosure of the family’s past with his non-stop bullying and irrational attitude was beyond me. It was a point in Davis’ favour that he just didn’t disown the idiot or clock him in the jaw a few times!
The big scandalous secret hidden in the voluminous Windswept papers was actually quite predictable after reading some of the entries in Mary Maude’s journal.
All in all, this wasn’t a bad book, just a little too erotic for my tastes. That may not be an issue for other readers, but it was for me.