It was cold and gloomy the day Andrea Wade first came to The Hermitage. The young governess shivered as the car carried her through the bleak countryside toward the old mansion. Soon she felt a far different chill as she became involved with the Hermitage and its strange inhabitants...the sickly and secretive child...the terror-stricken servant...the violently raging master...his coldly beautiful wife...the handsome son whom the local people called a devil, but whose charms Andrea could not resist. A shameful secret haunted them all-a horror that reached out to claim Andrea as a victim...
This was a tepid book by any standard -- gothic, suspense, pulp, or romance. The only reason I kept reading was a slight curiosity re: the culprit behind the mystery. I was mildly surprised by one the villains (hint: there are several :P), but it still sucked. The heroine was a twit (why did she jump to so many stupid conclusions?), the other characters were boring, the cutesy-girl-in-wheelchair plot served no purpose, the reason behind the mystery was lame, & the dialogue was awkward as hell. One very minor positive was the Harlequin-esque relationship between the hero & the heroine. Their bitchy, traitorous-body/hate-to-love moments were more entertaining than the remainder of the novel.
I say it again: BLAH.
This is my second Simmons book, & they've both been ghastly dull. (Yes, I've still got one left -- and yes, I'll give it a shot.) But hey, at least this counts toward my reading challenge stats. That's something, right?