Lightning That Lingers by Sharon and Tom Curtis has received acclaim from many readers. By no means was this a terrible piece of fiction, but I found it didn’t mesh with my personal tastes. It was…not subtle.
There must be something the matter with me. The Curtises are beloved in the romance genre. The consensus seems to be that they–who occasionally wrote under the pseudonym Laura London–are the greatest thing in romance since Jane Austen. As far as their composition skills go, they’re very sensitive and attentive to detail. The Curtises certainly have talent. There was just something too treacly about this one for me. I coined the term cutsie-woostsie sugar shock after reading Lightning that Lingers. I’m a bitter GenXer, so perhaps my sarcastic takes have made me too apathetic to enjoy a cavity-inducing love story like this.
Surrender, Baby was published by Bantam’s Loveswept line and is the last in Suzanne Forster’s Stealth Commandos Trilogy (Loveswept #541 Child Bride & #581 Night of the Panther were the first two installments) about a trio of ex-soldiers turned bounty hunter/mercenaries. Although the plots are similar to each other in that separated lovers come together to reignite their passions, I haven’t yet to read them.
Miranda Witherspoon needs a man. Desperately so.
That is, she needs a soldier of fortune to find her man. Brazilian drug lords have kidnaped her fiancé, and Miranda will do whatever it takes to find him. To do so, she hires Geoff Dias, ex-military, Special Forces.
Miranda is prim and proper, her engagement not a love match but an expected marriage of two supposedly like-minded individuals who value security above romance. While she worries for her fiancé’s life, she’s also worried about losing the position she’s staked out for herself in the business world, having come from adverse circumstances and poverty.
Major Rob McGee needed a wife–but he WANTED Heather Tomasi! He’d met the lovely temptress only once two years before, but his body still remembered the silk of her skin, the wicked promises in her eyes…and she definitely wasn’t wife material! Heather hadn’t forgotten the playboy whose gaze was like a caress, whose touch made her tremble-but she vowed she was having too much fun to settle down.
He Fed Her Appetite for Passion with Pleasure.
Tantalized by a woman who ate dessert instead of dinner and always wore red, Ron risked spontaneous combustion when his lips dueled with Heather’s, but did he dare agree to a charade that would cast him as her lover? She’d never avoided a challenge before, but feared confessing the truth might drive Rob away. Once he understood why she lived on the edge, could he make her see she was his destiny?
This is another mini-review drawn from my ever-waning 30-year-old memories of books I read long ago.