Once upon a time there was this romance author, Johanna Lindsey.
She began publishing in the late 70’s and from the 80’s through mid-90’s she was one of the Avon queens of historical romance. Sure you had Wooodiwss, who published one book every four years, and Rosemary Rogers, whose tawdry bodice ripping plots weren’t for the faint of heart. Then there was Johanna Lindsey. You could always guarantee a virgin heroine, a loyal, overbearing hero and a story that would have you either rolling your eyes at its stupidity or jumping in and enjoying the fun.
Now onto “A Loving Scoundrel.” What an awful disappointment this book was. Long time Lindsey readers know of her long-running Malory series, and that Jeremy is the son of James Malory, hero of “Gentle Rogue” I love James, his arrogance, his dry-wit, his perverse sense of humor and his refined British manners (especially when I imagine him as Sean Bean [sigh]). But that has nothing to do with this atrocity of a book.
Oh...the Malory magic is definitely gone. This is a 2 1/2 star only for James Malory and out of sentimental feelings for Johanna Lindsey. A long time ago she was my favorite romance writer. Malory novels “Gentle Rogue” and “The Magic of You” remain two of my favorite romances. But this book...it wasn't the most awful Lindsey, but it wasn't good by any means.
Jeremy was so interesting, so charming in the previous books; as a Lindsey lover, I anxiously awaited Jeremy's own story. And what a mess it is. Here he is: dull, has no personality, no charm, and all there is between him and Danny, the heroine, is lust (and a rather boring lust at that).
What an immature, needy little boy Jeremy was, always depending on his daddy to bail him out of trouble. Danny had no wit or spunk like Georgina, the heroine of “Gentle Rogue.” And as for that stupid twist at the end…uggh!
Hey JH, I know you looooove James Malory. If you want to write your next three books just about him & George, I'm fine with that. But since “The Magic of You” all of your Malory novels have been major disappointments. No alpha heroes, no witty heroines, just wimpy, omega males and dumb heroines who need rescuing (except for Gabby in “Captive of My Desires” who deserved a much better book than she got).
Ms. Lindsey, it's way past time to end the series. In fact, I hate to say this, but all your books for the past fifteen years have been terrible!
Sad, considering Lindsey's former catch phrase was "America Loves a Lindsey." Yes, her stories were simplistic, short, predictable, but they were fun! You could count on a great alpha hero, and a heroine who fought him when he was being a pig yet could make him reveal his tender side, and that wonderful love story that unfolded. I miss that Lindsey.
2 ½ very generous stars/ D+