I have a thing for books about falling in love via letters, e-mails... any written word. So when I saw this on a yard sale, I picked it up, naturally... letters!!! And this time, there are actual LETTERS *in the story*!!!! Wooo-hoooo!!!
Except they're sex letters. Boooo. Okay, so here's the story: Jenny was a big time sales rep for sports equipment, married to a louse of a pro soccer player. Then a forklift accidentally backs into the wall of an expo center she's working at, and the thing collapses on her - she loses an unborn baby and it crushes her hip and leg. She's told she'll never walk properly again, so her husband cuts his losses and leaves her.
While in traction in the hospital, her sister comes and tells her that there's a co-soldier of BiL with him over in Iraq who doesn't have anyone to write to him. So under the cover of anonymity, Jenny starts writing to Capt. John B... only she sets rules. He can't know her name/location, he can't know anything about her real life... she's going to write as if they have been lovers/partners for years, and it's going to be total fantasy. Letters from a kinky wife he doesn't have. Which naturally gets him ALL shades of hot and bothered, and like Jenny doesn't know that he's going to want to MEET her when he comes home?
The majority of the book is John trying to convince Jenny that not all guys are louses and that he doesn't care about her scars or her insurance money (she's getting a million and a half in the settlement, which naturally brings ex-hub back around)...
It was tedious and badly written, to be honest. For example, John comes over and has a platonic lunch with Jenny at one point, and when they're finished eating, "now that they were alone together" (like they haven't been since he hit the door, hello?) he could turn on the charm and coax her into sex. GAH... bad writing. And all of the overdone romance ploys - smarmy husband, reticent heroine, loads of cash, macho testosterone-pumped hero...
I could've liked it a LOT. If John weren't a total ego-maniac, if Jenny weren't a limp noodle -slash- whiny putz. If the ex-hub ploy hadn't been dragged into things. If the characters had chemistry. If there were more letters and less 'I've got to convince her to commit to me'.
I'll keep it, but I've read better. Worse, too, but... better.