I love Susan Elizabeth Phillips books but the Chicago stars series is a strong MEH on my side. The same formulaic approach that was found to sell books.
Not-so-hot but smart good looking chick has sex once with one of the Chicago stars players – who just happens to be either between girlfriends or single – and they are so outraged at the boldness that they get together. Side story involves a mature woman having sex with an elderly gentlemen and finding love in her golden years.
“This heart of mine” was no different. Molly is Phoebe’s sister.
With her own cloud of pale blond hair, amber eyes, and drop-dead figure, Phoebe looked rather like Marilyn Monroe might have looked if she’d made it into her forties, although Molly couldn’t imagine Marilyn with a smear of grape jelly on the front of her silk blouse. No matter what Molly did to herself, she’d never be as beautiful as her sister, but she didn’t mind. Few people knew the misery Phoebe’s lush body and vamp’s beauty had once caused her.
Molly meets Kevin in a cabin when she went on a retreat. Molly rapes Kevin (yes, women can rape men too!) and then lies when asked whether having sex with an old condom caused a pregnancy.
Her skin prickled, and her breasts tingled. It was so demeaning! She was a bright woman—brilliant, even—but, despite her denial, she was as obsessed as a sex-starved groupie. Maybe this was a perverse form of personal growth. At least she was obsessing over sex instead of the Great Love Story she wouldn’t ever have.
Molly is pregnant with Kevin’s child and does not want to tell him about it. Molly sounds like an absolute jerk who is objectifying a man (yep, women can do that too!)
Because she was only human, and the Stars quarterback was a delectable piece of body candy, a walking aphrodisiac, a grown-up toy boy. She moaned, glared at her keyboard, and forced herself to concentrate.
Their “relationship” is found out and the rape part is conveniently left out of the discussions as Kevin would feel embarrassed. Now Kevin is forced to marry Molly like in a 1850’s shotgun wedding.
Molly looses the child in the same night (imagine how horrible that child’s life would have been – born from two people who couldn’t stand each other but decided to marry either way).
She goes through depression and just before Kevin serves her the annulment papers, he visits her small condo and is shocked at the state of her and her place. He pulls her out to a camp he inherited from his ultra-religious parents and there they discover that they actually like each other and have many sexual encounters.
“I’m just—I know a lot of people treat sex casually, but I can’t do that. I think it’s too important.”
They don’t count as rape if both partners are willing.
Kevin’s mom shows up to find out what type of floozy married her son for her money and ends up liking Molly – because Molly can cook and Molly can draw children’s books and Molly is the typical nice wife material. Even though Molly hid her rape and first pregnancy.
(did I mention I didn’t like Molly at all?)
The only redeeming quality of this bush-fire of a book are some of the sex scenes which are quite imaginative.
The world spun, and everything turned upside down. His arms cradled her as if she really belonged inside them. She didn’t know whose lips parted first, but their tongues touched. It was a kiss made in lonely dreams. A kiss that took its time. A kiss that felt so right she couldn’t remember all the reasons it was wrong. His hand plowed through her hair, and those hard hips pressed against hers. She felt what she’d done to him and loved it. Her breast tingled as he covered it with his palm.
This book is something that my book-friends would call ass-wipe paper. Not even worth to put in the charity bin.