Contemporary romance novels generally don’t interest me. Mostly it’s because they tend to be a bit too realistic for me. When I read crap like this, I’m expecting it to be completely ridiculous and over-the-top. So in my mind, the answer to that typically translates into characters who couldn’t potentially be walking down the sidewalk right now, like pirates or a half-naked chief, or vampires or cravat-donning earls or someone being sucked into a time-traveling vortex and waking up in the arms of a medieval sex god. Mee-ow.
The characters in this book are most definitely not any of those things and I’d never even heard of this author. So when I randomly picked this up, it was with some skepticism. But imagine my surprise when I realized I felt an affinity for the characters!
She is a small town librarian who likes to wear sexy clothes and he is a hard body art professor who likes rock-climbing. He shows up in her small town in Oregon on a sabbatical to write a book about impressionist art and do some rock climbing. All of a sudden, some other stranger winds up dead in her library. Ready, set, mystery!
It’s instantly evident who the bad guy is (and isn’t) and there was zero surprise in the ending but since the primary focus of the book was in getting the two main characters to have crazy monkey sex a few times and finally admit they loved each other, who cares about the mystery?
The sexy librarian and the rock-climbing professor had immediate chemistry. He hit on her the first time they met and since it was a bit on the lascivious side, it pissed her off. Before too long she changed her mind because she was wildly attracted to him, she hadn’t gotten any in awhile and the pickings were pretty slim in a small town. And aside from one ridiculous comment after the first time they DTD when the heroine informed the hero that his penis should come with a warning because he could “whip cream with that thing” it was pretty hot.
So between that and the secondary romance between the heroine’s cousin (a recovering coke addict) and the town cop, approximately 69% of this book is pure s-e-x. After the first one or two, I usually skip the love scenes because they’re always the same but I only skipped one in this book and trust me, that means something, heh.