Jackie - they’re not for everyone but I’d recommend Lynne Graham. If you’re buying old stuff off Amazon look for The Spanish Groom, Rafaello’s Mistress, The Unfaithful Wife, The Trophy Husband and Tempestuous Reunion (which I blogged about - see below). She’s the only author writing in the Presents line just now who is an autobuy for me.

http://tumperkin.blogspot.com/.....lynne.html

the whole story proceeds on the assumption that casino hostessing is the most degrading and despicable job short of prostitution on the face of the earth . . . For the record, all Lissa does in this job is sit next to punters, try to persuade them to buy overpriced champagne and dance with them a bit.

While Xavier does sound like a right ass, he actually might be justified in being offended at the thought of his relative marrying a casino hostess. Um, ’cause most of these “hostesses” are actually whores. I’m not sure from your review where the book takes place, but I’ve lived in both Italy and South Korea. Each country used a version of these hostesses. In South Korea, they worked the bars and were generally called drinkie girls. In Italy they worked the strip clubs and were called hostesses. In each country you had to “pay the house” the girl’s “lost wages” for the right to take her out of the club.

Sounds like Lissa didn’t have to deal with that part of it, which makes me wonder why she’s all whiny over what’s a decent job if you don’t have to sleep with strangers, but Xavier’s initial assumptions make sense to me.

This is exactly the sort of curiosity that led me to watch “The Godfather III” despite (or because of) all warnings to the contrary. I should have listened then. I should probably listen now. But…nah.

Ditto!

If you’re tempted by this book, I’d recommend you pick up one of the following by Julia James instead

Nah. Won’t work. Sorry, Tumperkin. I’m officially intrigued!

And speaking of intrigue, when are we going to see the next bit from Ember? I think I’m officially hooked on Bettie.

(Lisbea - right back at ya).

Give me immediate angst, an alpha hero acting like a cockhead and a huge grovelling apology at the end and I’m in heaven.

Amen, sister.

Add me to the “Warned But Strangely Curious” camp. I know I shouldn’t read it, but I kinda want to know first-hand if it really is that bad. This is exactly the sort of curiosity that led me to watch “The Godfather III” despite (or because of) all warnings to the contrary. I should have listened then. I should probably listen now. But…nah.