Δεν ζητούσε αγάπη ... Η διακοσμήτρια εσωτερικών χώρων Τίμυ Τζόνστον δεν είχε ποτέ συναντήσει άλλον άνθρωπο σαν τον ντον Ρικάρντο, τον περήφανο και παγερό ιδιοκτήτη μιας τεράστιας οικοδομικής εταιρίας. Βρέθηκε όμως ξαφνικά να ζει και να εργάζεται στην παραθαλάσσια βίλα του, τη μια στιγμή αγανακτώντας για τις προσταγές του Ρικάρντο και την άλλη λιώνοντας κάτω από το απαλό, μα φλογερό άγγιγμά του ... Η Τίμυ ήταν αφοσιωμένη στη δουλειά της και δεν ήθελε αισθηματικούς δεσμούς. Κι όμως, παρά τη θέλησή της, ερωτεύτηκε τον Ρικάρντο, αυτόν τον Μεξικανό αριστοκράτη, που ανήκε σ' έναν κόσμο πλούτου και παραδόσεων -σ' έναν κόσμο όπου μια εργαζόμενη, ανεξάρτητη κοπέλα δεν είχε καμία θέση.
One of my most favourite books EVER. THIS is the reason I read vintage Harleys and Silhouettes and M&Bs. OH DEAR GOD.
I ABSOLUTELY LOVED EVERYTHING. THERE WAS NOT A SINGLE THING I DID NOT LIKE. EVERYTHING EVERYTHING EVERYTHING.
Let's start with the setting. Although the backward Spanish community was a bit too much, I was fine with it - more than fine with it, actually, having grown up and living in a much more conservative environment myself. So I had no problems with that (although most modern readers probably would).
The story was everything I look for in a romance. It had enough sexual chemistry to hang you onto the edge of your seat, and the constant struggle Timi had trying to control her attraction to him, and how he couldn't seem to keep his hands off her, pulled me in. I also loved how they both were so taken with each other right from the beginning. What I loved more was how both had no idea about the intensity of the feelings each held for the other. That is exactly what I love! Especially when the heroine feels that she holds no appeal at all for the hero while the magnitude of his appeal for her is driving him nuts.
The heroine was adorable. So very lovable. Not a thing I hated about her. She was innocent, untouched, and so very in love with the hero. I loved the May-December-ness of the book.
The hero, oh God. Don't get me started. He was your typical alpha, raw sex appeal-emanating, dominating Spanish hero. I'd make fun of the fur-filled chest and the amount of times dark curling hair kept flashing from his shirt but okay seriously I LOVED THE BOOK SO MUCH THAT EVEN THAT DIDN'T PUT ME OFF (and the fact that I actually do have a thing for hairy men).
But now I'm on this topic, I can't help but snigger. Here's what comes to mind when the author describes the chest hair.
NOW ENOUGH MAKING FUN OF MY BABY AND BACK TO SINGING PRAISES.
Will I re-read it again? Definitely, God willing. HOW MUCH DO I LOVE IT?