Though I’ve enjoyed a Heath romance before, I tend not to read a lot of histrom, though it was my romance genre gateway. Given how fresh, funny, and touching Never Wager With a Wallflower was, I ought to read…well, more histrom if they match Heath’s. She is an adept hand at balancing banter, serious revelations, touches of physical humour, a delicious stretching-out of sexual tension leading to one lovely love scene, much healthy ogling on both her hero’s and heroine’s part, great command of her chosen trope with well-established, believable stakes and, subsequently, obstacles, internal and external, to her Galahad and Venus’s HEA. (Their names, frankly, make for many a chuckle.) To orient us, the publisher’s blurb:
Miss Venus Merriwell has been waiting for her prince to come since the tender age of fourteen. She wants a man who is a selfless academic like her, and free from all the wretched vices her gambler father enjoyed far too much before he left the Merriwell sisters practically destitute. Unfortunately, after a slew of romantic disappointments, there is still no sign of that prince at twenty-three and the only one true love of her life is the bursting-at-the-seams orphanage in Covent Garden that she works tirelessly for. An orphanage that desperately needs to expand into the empty building next door.
For Galahad Sinclair, gambling isn’t just his life, it’s in his blood. He grew up and learned the trade at his grandfather’s knee in a tavern on the far away banks of the Hudson in New York. But when fate took all that away and dragged him across the sea to London, it made sense to set up shop here. He’s spent five years making a success out of his gaming hall in the sleazy docks of the East End. Enough that he can finally afford to buy the pleasure palace of his dreams—and where better than in the capital’s sinful heart, Covent Garden? The only fly in his ointment is the perfect building he’s just bought to put it in also happens to be right next door to the orphanage run by his cousin’s wife’s youngest sister. A pious, disapproving and unsettling siren he has avoided like the plague since she flattened him five years ago.
While Venus and Galahad lock horns over practically everything, and while her malevolent orphans do their darndest to sabotage his lifelong dream, can either of them take the ultimate gamble—and learn to love thy neighbor?
The blurb tends to the comic aspect of Heath’s romance. Its strength, however, lies in how the comic is tempered with pathos. The success of any romance lies in the author’s ability to write well by playing with trope with language and wit, yet still express the genre’s great strength, the primacy of the heart. Heath is a smooth, elegant, witty writer and she endows primary and secondary characters with similar qualities. Simply put, Galahad and Venus are lovable, soft-hearted, smart, and hilarious; their antagonistic banter is a hoot. Heath builds them with humour and wordplay, deepens them with sad, difficult backstories, and creates viable stakes blocking them from being together by making their aspirations, Venus’s for her orphans and Galahad’s for financial security, clash. Their cross-purposes make for a solid plot and, more importantly, a romance journey fraught with desire, the push-pull of liking and repelling, emerging compatibility, delightful banter, and heart-felt confession.
While the obstacles keeping Galahad and Venus apart is her orphanage and his club, this conflict goes deeper than the present. Heath connects it to their backstories and creates deeper, more compelling characterization. Venus and her sisters were, as we learn from the blurb, left destitute by their father thanks to his gambling. And so Galahad’s plans and aspirations play on Venus’s fears, even while Galahad’s entrepreneurial endeavours are bound up with his identity and vulnerabilities. As we learn, Galahad lost the two people in his life he most loved and the only two to care for him, his mother and grand-father, owner to a gambling club. Galahad has worked tirelessly, saved to make his dream come true and follow in her grand-father’s footsteps.
Early in the romance, as Galahad and Venus thaw towards each other and share a kiss, Venus learns of Galahad’s purchase. To her, it’s evidence of perfidy rather than Galahad’s need for something of his own, a roof and security. Venus too is vulnerable in her own way: having several seasons with a series of men more interested in her ample bosoms than, as Galahad amusingly says, her “big ole brain”. She has lost her confidence as woman. To make a reader laugh and yet, to endow characters with soft, vulnerable cores that truly move one, that’s one talented romance writer. My only regret in reading Never Wager With a Wallflower is that I missed reading the first two in the series. Miss Austen agrees, Heath’s third Merriwell Sisters romance is proof there is “no charm equal to tenderness of heart,” Emma.
Virginia Heath’s Never Wager With a Wallflower is published by St. Martin’s Press/St. Martin’s Griffin. I received an e-galley from St. Martin’s Press via Netgalley in exchange for this review. This does not impede the free expression of my opinion.