Author: Leslie Kelly
Pages: 224 (or like 3,000 iPhone pages)
Publisher: Harlequin (duh), 2008
Rating: 3.5 stars
Romance novel sales have significantly increased in the Kindle/eReader age. Can you guess why? Because people on the bus can’t see the steamy cover of that naughty book your reading and judge you. They will judge, make no mistake about it.
Romance novels have a pretty bad rep. However, I was intrigued. A virgin to romance readership, I went to the Harlequin offices last July for business and the walls were lined with posters of their bestsellers. There were at least six stupidly attractive (some have naked) men lookin’ down at me. My boss was all “you’ve never read a Harlequin romance? You’ve got to do that!” I was thinking, yea, I mean look at these guys. It’s like an initiation into a secret club that I somehow skipped the last 23 years (probably because I was addicted to mystery and fantasy. Murder and magic, yes. Romance and sex, only if they were part of the mystery and magic. Oh yea, and that English major thing made me a snob for a while).
Heated Rush was like $3 on Kindle, so I bought it yesterday and finished it last night. The protagonist, Annie Davis, is a twenty-something female, who owns her own daycare business. She is from a small town, a farm actually, in rural Illinois and always had dreams of getting out. Unwilling to show up to her parents’ 35th anniversary party alone, she buys a date with a man, Sean Murphy, at a charity auction.
Sean is a “hunk” (Leslie Kelly’s words, not mine) to put it lightly. He is clever, good-looking, and wealthy. His impish grin and Irish accent draw Annie to him immediately and the sexual tension is, of course, palpable. However, underneath his beauty and banter, Sean hides a shameful past that he is unwilling to reveal.
Can this business deal go from strictly professional to romantic? In a word: Duh. Is the romance steamy? *Blush* Duh! As you can gather from the title, this is not one for the PG reader.
That’s right, I gave this book 3.5 stars. I liked it way better than Camera or Gilead. Scoff if you like, but sometimes you have to indulge in guilty pleasures, even if you can’t help but chuckle at the clichés.