Oh, dear.
After making great strides in the series with Southern Comfort and setting the stage for a heart-wrenching family crisis, I had high hopes for Eastern Ambitions. Sadly, this story falls flat and far short of them, and what a shame.
Sam Compton, who left Compass Ranch with the intent of indulging his unshared tastes for refined society and culture, never quite shed his country-bumpkin origins enough to fit in on Wall Street, but is regarded with suspicion as a city slicker back home in Wyoming. But if you're rich enough to drive a Maserati and wear Armani all the time, who cares? (Talk about a 1% problem!) Sam is the least sympathetic of the four brothers, and he shouldn't have been. There was so much potential for cultivating reader empathy here - misfit Sam is uprooted by a coworker's betrayal, sent back to Wyoming with his tail between his legs, only to discover his father is terminally ill. How in the world did I
not
feel sorry for this guy?
It didn't help that there was zero chemistry between Sam and his new love interest, Cindi, a completely cardboard character. A secretly wealthy, world-traveled orphan who works as a bookkeeper on a ranch in the middle of nowhere who doesn't think she can give up getting gangbanged by all the ranch hands at once, even for a shot at true love? Eh? Cindi shares Sam's fascination with expensive material things - not a great basis for a relationship - and their fitful courtship bogs down in this far too often. And the tension between them - which of the two business brains will end up running the ranch's finances? - was contrived at best.
By this point, Compass Ranch is firmly established as a hotbed of sexual "deviancy" in the wilds of Wyoming, with all the randy activities condoned by the terminally ill patriarch, J.D., and his soon-to-be widow, Vicky. Oldest boy, Silas, is bisexual and ensconced in a menage-a-trois relationship with the ranch foreman and his wife, next oldest Seth sticks to the ladies but likes it rough, and now Sam prefers an audience when he has sex with the woman he loves... after she's serviced the group.
Well, okay, I'm all for lifestyle tolerance, even if this premise isn't all that plausible. I live by the credo of whatever floats your boat, dude. But the authors did little to enlighten me or coax any empathy for Sam's proclivities, and I'm left feeling pretty squicky about the whole one-gal/ranch-hand-army orgy thing.
The redeeming factor in this story is the wonderfully warm and heartfelt interactions Sam has with his dying father and grieving mother. As sad as they were, these moments served as the lone bright spots in an otherwise tawdry narrative. I'm invested in finding out what happens to the family when J.D. finally passes on, and for this reason I've pre-ordered Western Ties (due to release Spring 2012). And while I wish Silas and Seth all the best with their newfound loves, I couldn't care less about Sam and Cindi. I'm fearing the final book of the saga will feature a double (or, God forbid, triple) wedding scene (ugh) and predicting Sawyer, youngest Compton brother and Sam's twin, will be drowning his grief in multiple women at once (hints of this preference of his have been dropped in previous installments).
Here's hoping Mari Carr and Jayne Rylon surprise me.