Merissa is a typical late 80s model heroine. She considers most fashion to be incredibly sleazy, and approaches jobs and co-workers with prickly bitchiness. Underneath it all she’s a sweet, kind girl, nobly bearing up against the injustices of the world.
Merissa’s injustices can be traced to her father’s death, about four years ago. He left her and her mother in debt and while it’s all vague at the beginning, his reputation was in tatters when he died, and by extension Merissa and her mother are socially damaged goods.
Her mother has shut down. She’s contributing hand-wringing and a Lanister-like determination to pay the family’s debts, but not much else. She has asthma, is in her early 40s, but apparently decrepit. I had very little time for her.
Into this mix drops Julian Forest the thuggishly sexy architect. He completely disapproves of Merissa, who is clearly a fancy sexpot with loose morals and a selfish obsession with getting paid. He pushes all of Merissa’s guilt buttons: her mixed feelings about the morality of her job, how tacky it is to be paid for work (what?), and how she isn’t taking good enough care of her decrepit mother. When his initial ‘hey, how about a screw?’ pick up doesn’t work, he resorts to crazy plans. Eventually, he settles on the fake fiancée plan. He needs a hard-nosed quick thinking bitch to fool all the women in his life into believing that he’s taken.
‘No thanks, you suck,’ is Merissa’s initial response. Actually, her initial response was to tremble with fear and arousal when she first saw him looking at her. I’m going to generously interpret the fear as a presentiment of change, rather than a fear of physical harm. Nobody copes well with change, even if that change is attractive wealthy, and crazy about you. There’s always a downside.
Julian manages to brow-beat Merissa into pretending to be his bride-to-be, although she finds the whole thing morally repugnant. He has thrown in the sweetener of a country cottage complete with housekeeper-companion for her mother, although he spoils it by telling Merissa off for not taking better care of her frail and aged parent. Julian also quickly works out that Merissa isn’t a hard-nosed quick thinking bitch, but that’s ok: he’s still desperate about getting her into bed.
I really disapprove of putting asthmatic women in their early 40s out to pasture. ‘Rest easy, old mother!’ Julian basically tells Merissa’s mummy. ‘All your troubles are at an end!’ Julian is 36, and so is about 6 – 8 years younger than Merissa’s mummy and I find his whole attitude deeply suspicious. He’s 13 years older than Merissa, and it’s difficult not to see everything he does as tactical. The cottage is on the opposite end of London from Julian’s house, so he’s made a very good move to keep Merissa and her mother apart.
While she gets a life of comfort and security, this woman is not going to get any more sex for the rest of her life. Her one shot at occasional coitus will be from some retired Naval officer in his 70s with an eccentric shed-based hobby. She’ll have to hurry up and find him though, because by the time she hits 45 she’ll have scads more competition from younger decrepit widows. I’m not sure whether she’s quite realised that her lack of agency hasn’t landed her in a healthy environment in which she can emerge as an independent person. Plus: while a cottage outside London is possibly healthier than a flat in London, if they were serious about this asthma deal they’d ship her off to a warm coastal climate. I live in the asthma capital of Australia and therefore consider myself (incorrectly) totally expert in these matters.
Julian’s parents, who are way, way older than Merissa’s mummy, get to be treated younger. It’s unfair. What Merissa’s mummy really needs is some professional support to remind her that her life is not over, and being fretful about her daughter’s career while commanding all its benefits was not correct behaviour. A more active approach to widowhood, and ownership of her own medical care will give her a far better quality of life.
I also think neither of them understand income tax. Merissa gets paid cash-in-hand, so I think she’s dodging tax entirely, and shame on her. I’m sure Julian will come to the rescue if she’s ever audited, but still. My morality is firmly on the side of ‘fashion is fine, not paying your taxes is bad,’ so I’m not impressed by Merissa’s heroics.
Argh, and the worst thing is that early on Merissa gets a promotion modelling job at a nightclub Julian has built. This is after they’ve encountered each other but before they’ve exchanged names. Julian has insisted on doing this extravagant promotion and has hired ten models. Merissa is stroppy about wearing a short dress, lots of makeup, and having her hair done in spikes. Her agent had warned her that there would be choreography but somehow Merissa, who is front and centre girl because she’s short and too curvy to be a runway model, doesn’t learn it. Instead, she relies on her ‘natural dance ability’ and her anger to dance and prance about, and this is ridiculous. It’s even more ridiculous that Julian is cutting about the promotion and tells Merissa she looked like a witch. Buddy, you or someone associated with this nightclub business PAID 5,000 pounds for the models (plus whatever commission) and must also have paid a PR company to come up with whatever concept was behind it, and now you’re stroppy about the hairstyle? I find you to be idiotic.
This wouldn’t be a Wilson romance without the heroine suffering some injury or illness so that the hero can rescue and cuddle her. There’s also out of proportion jealousy and characters saying pretty crazy and occasionally amusing things to each other. It’s exasperating how quickly Merissa transforms into a helpless kitten who must check in with Julian before going about her own damn business. It also rubbed me up the wrong way the number of times Julian told Merissa that she was weird or odd. It all had this tone of keeping the heroine in the dark, making her dependent on the hero for approval, and punishing her when she strays from a script she barely understands.
However, the punishment is mild. Julian turned out to be a pretty good cuddler, and Merissa gets in a few funny lines. This isn’t one of Wilson’s better efforts, but it’s still fairly entertaining.