Valdez got her money's worth out of the word cervix, seeing as how it appeared multiple times in every sex scene. Laughable dialog aside, there was the overly clinical sex. I'm a friggin' working-class hockey fan and I don't drop the F-bomb half as much as these two do, yet I'm supposed to believe this is how an earl and a gentlewoman spoke 150+ years ago? The dialog was heavily anachronistic and profane to the point of absurdity. It's laugh-out-loud ridiculous at times with gems like, "I think my cock is in love with you." I'm sorry, if a man said that to me, I'd laugh in his face and tell him to put his pants back on. Unfortunately, the sexxoring takes up 50-60%+ of the novel, and it is DREADFUL. Valdez certainly did put both her and heroine in a tough spot, pitting them against family they loved. Passion - and I'm sorry, but that name is just straight-up retarded ridiculous - is also in a bind, as Mark is engaged to her cousin, who she's quite fond of. Valdez does create a sticky situation for the hero, forcing him to choose between his beloved brother and the woman he's grown to love. The plot, when we're treated to it, is fairly tight and satisfying. I have never read sex scenes that have left me quite so cold. Unfortunately, Passion wasn't hot, it was merely profane. I lurve the trashy erotic romance, I do, and the hotter the better. This book made me wonder if I read the same book that the 5-star reviewers did.
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