From the back of the book:
England’s most valiant knights paid court to wealthy Liana Neville, but only the infamous warrior Rogan Peregrine made no secret of his powerful desires. His very caress melted Liana into liquid fire, and she vowed to capture this magnificent, wild man. Boldly the delicate beauty gave him her hand — and Britain’s richest dower. Yet he was bound to a bitter feud: for love betrayed, brothers killed, and ancestral land usurped. In Rogan’s war-ravaged castle, Liana would lay her tender seige…to redeem his embattled spirit and win his untamed heart!
As a teen, I loved Jude Deveraux’s romances and devoured them like candy. I loved the spicy dynamic between her heroes and heroines. However, the one hero I HATED more than any was Rogan in The Taming (even more than Gavin in The Velvet Promise)! This book was the opposite of Highland Velvet, where the hero works his butt off to make his wife happy. Here, the wife works her fingers to the bone to help her lazy husband and his annoying siblings.
Rogan was such a lazy jerk with mistresses aplenty. He had one for each day of the week; seriously, he named each woman after each day, as he couldn’t be bothered to remember their real names. Liana loved him, but he did not deserve her. Liana was a wealthy heiress who worked hard to make her husband’s castle a livable place. I remember reading that the moat was so clogged with excrement and how it stank up, and nobody cared! Gross!
Plus he had no charisma. A hero can be a jerk, oblivious, even a pompous arse at times, but charm goes a long way.
That one got me so angry I didn’t even bother to read the sequel–and back then I read all Jude Deveraux’s books!