Poor girl Grace married a very rich man, but just before she did she had a very hot swimming encounter with Trick, who happened to be the rich man’s son. Trick was ropeable when he found out. Then the rich man is murdered and Grace is run out of town. Years later, she’s back, with her adolescent son, to right some wrongs and reveal some secrets.
And those secrets are crazy. And mostly this book is crazy. There is an evil dangerous slut, and the hero keeps playing around with her breasticles, even though he’s now started touching the heroine’s various body parts, and even though he doesn’t like the bad girl any more and thinks she’s boring. And with Grace, Trick is all: grraowr, you slept with my Dad but I can’t resist you, let’s do things to each other and make the reader wonder sometimes why I’m never taking my little soldier down the front passage … because incest maybe? And then Grace is all: sure, do it all except that bit, let me atone for unspecified things that are not the same as the things you think they are, and wordlessly demonstrate my undying love!
This is one of those books where in the first couple of pages it seems like the heroine has been horrible, but yeah, we all know how romances work. Everyone and especially Trick is all over just what a nasty piece of slutty murderous work Grace is, and she’s nobly taking it because she loves everybody so much, and probably they should be more sensible about it. Won’t it be great when everyone (Trick) finally works out how incredible she is? When that happens, he’ll be all sobbing and kissing her toes and swearing eternal devotion, and nobody will ever be mean to her again, the end!
It’s not at all sensible, but I love this kind of story.