This was a re-read. A reluctant re-read rather like trying to avert your eyes from a car crash but looking at the last moment.
James, the H, is an arrogant, full of himself Australian tycoon married to meek and squeamish Megan. The story starts out when, after suffering a miscarriage, Megan overhears his two BF's talking about how devastated the H was since he only married Megan to have a child. In fact studly H got Megan pregnant before he proposed to ensure that she could have kids. How romantic! What a guy.
It's a toss up whether the miscarriage, his lack of love, or his cold-blooded deception/seduction devastates Megan more. Three months later, the big J is raring to go back to his baby making plans, but Megan is still very depressed. Very depressed and very bitter. While mourning, she has locked herself away to paint.
James wants to take her on another honeymoon to a secluded island retreat to start the baby making plan all over again. With the help of a more grounded friend, the wife of one of his friends who dislikes James as much as I do, Megan gets a sexy makeover and more importantly birth control pills. Secret birth control pills.
James is verrrrryyyyy attracted to the new made over Megan and decides to step up the vanilla bedroom antics to something a little more alpha, baby BDSM-ish much to both their sexual satisfaction. Sadly for Megan, his rogue headache ends up disclosing the BC pills and all hell breaks loose. She admits she knows he never loved her and only married her as a baby making machine since his first wife refused to have a baby. She never gets to tell him she just needed to wait until she was more sure before she got pregnant again. The H gets horrible nasty, accuses the h of revenge, kicks her off the island literally, and tells her to get out of the house before he gets back. I guess community property is not a thing in Australia, or marital rights?
The h moves back home with her strident, money-grubbing social climbing mother and beaten down Daddy. Mums tells her to get back to the house and grovel to her hubby no matter what. Dad gets a backbone and supports his daughter emotionally, then drops the bombshell that he can support them financially as well since he recently made a load in the market. Well, Mumsie brightens up at that.
The nice friend pops back into the scene, and the two end up taking her grief driven paintings that apparently are masterpieces to a gallery. They are nudes with one being a woman in mourning and one demonstrating desire. Actually a nice touch to the story and elevates Megan from kind of a simple little humdrum to a more interesting, deep character.
Back on Fantasy Island, James adds a few brain cells and regrets how cruel he was to Megan as well as how duplicitous he was in seducing her in the first place. She was a good little wife and now she's good and sexy little wife so...
James decides he loves her but gets somewhat of a cold shoulder from Megan when he sees her again. She loves him and is willing to give him a chance, but is clear that sex is off the table as a means of coercion. Well, she's clear that night as apparently while sleeping her doormat gene reactivates and she's so sorry she was a bitch. Too bad, as I think James is one of those kind of guys that thrives on challenges. Reminds me of a guy I dated in college that wanted to date other people. That lasted until my roommates had the brilliant idea to plant messages on our suite blackboard (it was the 80s) from other guys whenever he picked me up for a date. I should say thank you to them, but what it actually meant is I dated him that much longer which was a BIG m-i-s-t-a-k-e!
Anyhoo, the is about James and Megan's mistakes, NOT MINE. It ends with buttercups and roses, but I have a feeling that unless Megan keeps that spine of steel in place and gives James a run for his money, he'll be a wandering man.