Passion’s Wicked Torment by Melissa Hepburne (aka Craig Broude) occasionally has shocking qualities and lots of bad writing!
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Illustrator: Bill Maughan
Format: eBook, Paperback
Reviewed by: Introvert Reader
Spoiler Alert & Warning: This Review and/or This Book May Offend You (Maybe) ⚠
Pinnacle Books‘ Passion’s Wicked Torment is a balls-to-wall 20th-century bodice ripper set in the gangster era during American Prohibition. From New York to Chicago, from Alaska to Europe, this book hops around the globe and features lots of mutually lusty sex scenes, rapes, and gangbangs.
I’m not kidding. It sold over a million copies!
Aren’t Do-Do Birds Extinct?
Our heroine, Kristin Fleming, is perhaps an IQ point or two higher than Passion’s Proud Captive’s brainless Jenny Fair, whose stupidity made that book a hilarious blast. Now, I am not insulting our resilient sisters, aunts, mothers, and grandmothers of the past when I refer to Hepburne’s heroines as too stupid to live.
This so-called historical fictional romance plays fast and loose with history, waffles around on the romance, and is HEAVY on the fiction. I doubt many women in reality who were capable of dressing themselves or had the mental know-how to expel their body wastes in a bowl of some sort ever inserted themselves into the moronic situations these caricatures of female protagonists did.
Here, the heroine’s so dumb, and the action is so predictable yet somehow compelling. It’s like watching multiple gory car wrecks in slow motion, one after another, after another.
Kristin’s brother Chad gets kidnapped by a bunch of mafiosos. She has the brilliant idea to infiltrate a mobster’s club to find out where he is. Of course, Kristin has to get a makeover and change her persona. She’s a long-haired, virginal good girl, and that won’t do as she plans to sink her hooks into the head Capo, become his moll, and use her wiles to find her brother.
So she enters the club with her bobbed hair, slinky dress, and new fake identity & cozies up to the club owner, this hood, Dallas Hunter, to find who kidnapped her brother. With her gorgeous blonde looks, getting into his bed is as easy as cream pie. But Hunter gets angry with her when Kristin asks too many questions about his illegal biz while in bed.
Newbie mistake; pillow talk is for AFTER sex, not during!
This Is the Plot? For Real?
Dallas Hunter is a real Eye-talian with a dash of British panache. The next morning at breakfast:
Hunter ordered for both of them: scrambled eggs, spaghetti, sausage and buttered rolls. He also ordered kippers for himself, a smoked fish that was an English specialty.
Kristen sort of becomes Hunter’s gal, but she’s looking for bigger fish because she needs to get to the ultimate leader to find out what happened to her brother. Ironman is the top cat; if anyone knows where bro-bro is, it would be him. So, despite her burgeoning feelings for Hunter, she pursues Ironman, and that plan falls apart in spectacular fashion.
For you see, our hero Hunter is really a Fed, working undercover to infiltrate the mob. He, like Kristin, wants to find her brother, who is being held prisoner for reasons I forget, but it doesn’t matter as this plot is (I’m not sorry to use this word) retarted (the misspelling is intentional).
Ironman finds out Kristin is not who she says she is, so he does some pretty nasty things to her. He has her drugged up, chained to a bed, and forced into a vile porno with a sadistic creep. Things go from worse to worst for our heroine with a plan that’s not a plan.
First Plan: Kristen gets kidnapped, Hunter has to save her.
Second Plan: Kristen gets kidnapped, and Hunter has to save her.
Third Plan: Kristen gets kidnapped, and Hunter has to save her.
Oh, did I repeat myself? Well, that’s what this story does, too.
North to Alaska
Through various convoluted contrivances, Kristin finds herself in Alaska, where she meets a great bear of a man, McShane, a former Canadian Mountie. She and McShane enter a partnership to start a gambling house. They also get involved in a love affair with each other. McShane was the most decent character in this alleged romance novel and should have been the hero.
This was the third Hepburne book I’ve read, so going by pattern, it seems s/he was setting McShane up to be the hero for the next book that never materialized (Hunter, this book’s male protagonist, and had been the “other” guy in a previous novel).
Really, in this brief portion of the book, Hepburne shows s/he’s capable of writing decent characters and a somewhat believable romance.
This was incredible. [Kristin] was surprising herself as well as McShane. Not only by her professions of caring for him deeply, but also by her strength and refusal to submit quietly. She felt more like a real woman now than she ever had before, a strong-willed woman who knew what she wanted and went after it.
Ah, if only. Kristen should have stayed in Alaska. But remember, she has to find her brother, Mr. MacGuffin. So she returns to the mobsters’ world, and she and McShane buy a ship to use for illegal gambling and drinking off the coast of Long Island.
Alas, those plans fall apart, as the mob doesn’t like competition, and Hunter again comes to the rescue. More plot shit is flung at the proverbial walls.
Kristin sells her share of the casino ship to McShane and flees to Europe to party her sorrows away.
A Gary Stu Supporting Character?
An unusual aspect of this book is that the author, Melissa Hepburne, whose real name is Craig Broude, literally self-inserts himself into the story to have a gang-bang sex scene with the heroine. It’s tongue-in-cheek but also rather sad, as Kristin drinks, parties, and sleeps with various men in an attempt to forget all the hurts committed to her body and spirit.
When Kristin finds out that Hunter is looking for her, she asks Broude, or Brady, as he’s called in the story, to make him scarce.
Would Brady succeed in throwing him off her trail? Probably, she thought. Her American friend was a very smart man and could be extremely cunning and crafty when he put his mind to it. The reward she promised him would certainly motivate him to do his devious best, that she was sure of.
Eventually, Kristin finds her way back to the States, sober and resolved. Dallas Hunter is there for her, and the two rekindle their romance. (What romance, you might ask? Don’t. Just roll with it.).
But, uh-uh-uh, there are still evil goons after them. Fortunately, the true hero of this book, McShane, who truly loves that silly do-do bird, shows up in his boat and saves the day, allowing Hunter and Kristin to live their lives happily ever after.
Oh, and as for the missing Chad, the brother Kristin was searching for why she was embroiled in this ridiculous mess? Ignominously killed off partway through the book and long-forgotten by the end.
Final Analysis of Passion’s Wicked Torment
Melissa Hepburne only published four romances, but they were successful enough to put some serious cash into Craig Broude’s pockets. Good for him, I say. Despite being lackluster love stories, they were some seriously whacktastic reads I was glad to experience.
Passion’s Wicked Torment, his final bodice ripper, wasn’t as fun or shocking as Passion’s Proud Captive, his first, so it might have been a case of diminishing returns. Still, for the not-easily offended reader, these books are made for wild rides.
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