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| Looking for hot monkey sex? Then look no further than this Harlequin Presents: Emma Darcy's Craving Jaime. Teenage sweethearts Jaime Neilson and Beth Delany are torn apart due to family circumstances. Jaime vows to come get Beth when he is able. He never does. Somethingteen years later (I'm kinda foggy on the time frame here), Beth pays a visit to the now successful Jim Neilson during an art show. Jim doesn't remember her, but they end up doing the horizontal hip hop a few hours after meeting. |
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| Beth tries to sneak out of Jim's apartment the next morning (by waking up early, then taking a shower) but is confronted by an angry Jim who demands to know who she is and where she is going. So Beth tells him who she is and where she is going and leaves, content to never see this new, coldhearted Jim ever again. |
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| All right girls, let's cut to the chase-- Beth is surprised to see Jim at the farm auction even though she told him she was going to be there. They have hot monkey sex right there by the creek. Beth is again surprised to see Jim at her home when he shows up there to give the auctioned farm to Beth's father and clear up the Big Misunderstanding that has kept them apart all the somethingteen years. They have some more hot monkey sex. |
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| There is a lot of soul-searching and internal monologue in Craving Jaime. The conflict, which was strong in the beginning, peters out before the end. Still, the strong emotions felt by these lovers are handled expertly by Ms. Darcy. Couple the strong writing with all that hot monkey sex and you've got a winning serial romance. |
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| The first sign that the Blaze series is located in a new corner of the Harlequin universe: During an on-air interview, sex expert Jamie Hampton utters the phrase "Holy fuck!" (well, almost) and her producer, Marcy, tells her "Your busy, my ass." The first sign that we have not actually left the Harlequin universe: Sex expert Dr. Jamie Hampton is a twenty-seven year old virgin. |
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| O.K., a quick set up of the premise because that's not what I really want to talk about here. Daphne Whittaker is a vindictive, jealous writer for Vanity Fair. During an interview on Dr. Jamie Talks Sex she challenges Dr. Jamie's assertion that a woman cannot be seduced against her will. Luckily for Daphne, the former station owner's son happens to be standing near by -- ready and willing to take up the challenge. Chase Newman (great name for a race car driver, no?) likes a challenge. Especially dangerous ones. After all he knows he's going to die at 35 anyway so why not live fast, die young and blah, blah, blah. . . |
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| What inquiring romance readers really want to know: Is this Blaze really hot? And the answer is: Oh, yeah. The FCC should have fined WXNT up the wazoo for what went on on Dr. Jamie Talks Sex. Chase gives a detailed primer on his favorite method |
| of masterbation. Yes, a harlequin hero admits to masterbating. With lotion. And the time they turned out the lights in the booth and Chase slowly peeled of Jamie's clothes. Isn't there a law against live sex shows? Truly after 4 or 5 pages of this, my eyes begin to glaze over. But that's me. |
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| I think Jo Leigh had a perfectly respectable single title romance that she chopped down to fit the confines of a series. This is not a diss. It made for a more real-world (as opposed to Harlequin-world) heroine. But it also got me really involved in a few sub-plots that felt half-finished at the end. What was Daphne's deal? What was the bug that crawled up her butt? And what happened to Maria, the regular caller to the show, huh? Don't leave me hanging like this, I wanna know! |
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| Again, these are not really criticisms. I like these characters so much I wanted more. |
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| Good book. |
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