Her father, taken on a mere suspicion that wasn't true, was languishing in a Mexican prison. Diego Ramirez was insisting she marry him so that he might use his influence to have her father released. "As his son-in-law I can help him."
It was a situation requiring drastic action and Laurel should have been grateful for Diego's help.
But Laurel couldn't help wondering--what did he expect in return?
She's engaged to another man. While in Acapulco she meets the H who is a rich, powerful man. He forms an immediate strong attraction for her. She rebuffs him and is actually a little fearful of him. Then her father is wrongfully arrested for drug smuggling and she is frantic about how to get him out of jail. The H, Diego, offers to use his influence but insists that they marry first.
There is a forced seduction after they marry. She has by this time realized that she loves him so she's not really resistant to the act but he is in a jealous rage. Immediately after the act she is cold cocked by a cocunut and suffers amnesia for several months.
This book pretty much covers all of the old classic tropes.
Meh... A besotted macho Hero, but the heroine is too bitchy for words! I wonder how the Hero even fell in love with her. She couldn’t even be grateful that he was helping her get her father out of a Mexican jail.
Also the chauvinism portrayed in the book is quite over the top, even for its time.
i would have liked this book alot more if the Hero could show some self respect and dignity in his pursuance of the h not lurking around every corner and bush, sudennly appearing out of the blue! (shudders) To think of him as one of the richest and most influential personas of Mexico! obviously had nothing better to do than becoming a stalking psycho. In addition, the heroine makes everything worse after their marriage occurs. I mean the story has potential but ....
Her determination to stay cool and ungiving was swept away in the practised assault he made on her senses. His needs suddenly and urgently became her needs, his desire to possess her desire to yield.
'Amorcita,' he murmured feverishly when her hands ran with a possession of their own across the smooth gold of his shoulders and down the length of his spine, coming back by the same route to mesh her fingers in the thickness of his black hair. 'Te adoro.'
Her voice murmured too in her own language, words she had no recollection of until Diego's lithe warmth stiffened above her and she heard the lingering echo of her own 'Oh Brent—darling!'
Then Diego's fingers entwined themselves in her hair, pulling it back painfully from her scalp.
'What did you say?' he demanded hoarsely, sending a shiver across her heated skin. A shiver that seemed to clear her brain suddenly and make mockery of the golden body pressing hers into the mattress. Here was the perfect solution, the one she had racked her brains to find!
'Did I say something?' she asked in a breathy whisper.
'You said the name of Brent,' he accused, black eyes staring hard into the darkened green of hers.
'Oh.' A small frown creased the smooth area between her brows. 'Well, that's not surprising in this kind of situation, is it? After all, Brent and I were ...' She allowed her voice to trail off delicately, and felt the tremor of anger that rippled through the taut body pinning hers.
'He was your lover?' Diego questioned with awful quietness.
Laurel's green eyes met his with purposeful blankness. 'What do you think?' A throaty laugh bubbled from her lips, the sound tightening his smooth jaw to steel. 'An engaged couple in America has much more freedom than in your country, señor. Did you really think Brent and I would consider marriage without finding out if we were suited in every way?'
Diego shifted so that his weight was blessedly lifted from her rapidly numbing limbs, but the wild glint in his eyes pinned her just as effectively to the mattress.
'I cannot take as my wife a woman who has been—used by another man,' he bit off tersely, his clasp tightening painfully on her hair. 'You knew this about me, yet you married me. Why?'
Laurel managed a shrug, although her scalp pained sharply where he tugged at her hair. 'You gave me little choice, señor.My father—'
Diego uttered a string of oaths in Spanish and sprang from the bed, mercifully releasing his hold on her hair, and after he had shrugged into the robe he had cast aside, he turned to look coldly down at her.
'You expect me to help your father after this?' he threw down caustically. 'Think again, Laurel! Your father can stay in prison and rot, as you called it, as far as I am concerned!
Her father, taken on a mere suspicion that wasn't true, was languishing in a Mexican prison. Diego Ramirez was insisting she marry him so that he might use his influence to have her father released. "As his son-in-law I can help him." It was a situation requiring drastic action and Laurel should have been grateful for Diego's help. But Laurel couldn't help wondering--what did he expect in return?
Weird, but somewhat fun Harlequin. Some gaps in the story that made no sense to me. Still kind of fun. When you are looking for an escape into la-la vintage land, these old Harlequins will do the trick.