In Vixen, Jane Feather tackles the real life Hellfire Clubs that originated in England in the 18th century. These were secret societies where high ranking politicians and aristocrats had drug-fueled orgies with prostitutes (nicknamed nuns) amidst sacrilegious, satanic rituals mimicking and mocking actual church rituals. It is an interesting topic to build a story around but imho, the execution of it failed for me in this book.
The hero in Vixen was a member of this secret society (renamed here the Congregation instead of Hellfire Club) when he was an impudent, young heir to a fortune, which he squandered on this cult and its charismatic leader. He only stopped his participation when he realized that the women who took part in these rituals were not all willing. Some of them had been kidnapped and roofied. Additionally, he had fallen in love with the aristocratic, "pure" wife of the cult leader and was outraged when the leader one day brought his wife, under the influence of drugs, to be basically gang banged by all the members of the Congregation. Hero killed the cult leader in a duel, renounced the cult, and took off for the Napoleonic Wars, trying to put all this filth behind him. He failed miserably and became a drunk instead, in order to keep away his nightmares.
About fourteen years later, he becomes the unwitting legal guardian of the daughter of the woman he had loved so desperately (and chastely) during his cult days. She is a seventeen-year old, convent-raised, young girl who has no idea of her bleak past, or the fact that her step brother, now the leader of the cult, is bent on "revenge" against her and her guardian.
What follows is a predictable story of how guardian and ward fall in love and jointly thwart the efforts of the villainous cult members.
The story wasn't all bad. The characterization of the heroine was well done. Raised in an emotional wasteland, with a dead father and a mother who loathed her (for reasons unbeknownst to her) and continued to sink in a laudanum addiction rather than care for her unwanted daughter, the heroine is nevertheless a cheerful, bright, caring and compassionate person. Since she lacked love from people, she created her own family of abused and abandoned pet animals. What could have been cheesy and Mary-Sue-ish in the hands of another author actually became a rather sympathetic and warm portrait of a plucky young woman who can't fail to tug at your heartstrings.
However, the story dismally failed in its portrayal of an unromantic and irredeemable hero who kept comparing his ward negatively against the memory of her mother. I got the feeling that he lusted after his ward but that she would never ever come close to dethroning her own mother in his heart. At one point, he actually looked at her and thought of her in disgust, considering that her enjoyment of sex must be borne out of some genetic depravity that she inherited from her father, one of the vilest, most unscrupulous men he has ever known. In comparison, the idealized love he had for her "ladylike" mother had never been spoiled by such low instincts as carnal pleasure and therefore she is the superior, ultimate angel of purity and grace in his eyes. Rather barftastic view of things, though admittedly a very common one in that (and let's face it this) era. The whole Madonna-Whore complex is alive and well in this story.
He also had no intention of marrying her, even after debauching her, and quite cheerfully pushed her into matrimony with a number of eligible suitors. He had no jealousy or possessiveness towards her, which for me, is a big fail in the romance department.
When she is inevitably kidnapped by the villains, he takes his time pursuing her, pausing to eat heartily and play the piano, while on her trail, when he knows exactly what kind of depraved animals these men are and what they are going to subject her to.
In the end, after the inevitable reunion, she asks him if he will marry her and he nonchalantly replies that "someone has to." If this is his idea of a joke, I was not amused. There has to be some point in the novel where the hero's icy, rocky, thick fortress of emotional distance cracks and he gives the reader (and the heroine of course) the satisfaction of revealing vulnerability, feeling, and honesty. This did not happen here and as such, the romance, for me, failed dismally.
Added to that is of course the fact that the characters of this allegedly historical romance speak and act like contemporary characters. This, though irksome, would not automatically suck the joy out of reading for me if it was at least balanced with a fantastic romance or a swashbuckling adventure, but in this case, it only served to emphasize how lame the entire story was.