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REVIEW: Teach Me by Cassandra Dean

Dear Ms. Dean—

When you sent Dear Author a teaser for your novel Teach Me, you described it as an historical novel set in the early Victorian period. In describing the book, you wrote “romance will be the focus of the story with erotic elements. Sex and language will be hot, graphic and plentiful.” You weren’t joking about the sex. In fact, I wouldn’t describe your book as an historical romance; I’d call it erotica set in a very imaginary Victorian London.

Teach Me by Cassandra DeanYour heroine, Elizabeth, the Viscountess Rocksley, is at twenty-eight a very curious widow. She married young to a man she perhaps loved but never experienced passion with. (He was the stereotypical Victorian and would only make loved under the covers, clothed, quickly, and with no conversation.) The whole time Elizabeth was wed, she wondered if there wasn’t more pleasure to be had and, after her husband died and she finished her mourning period, she did have three discrete quickies at social events with a very nice rake whose hurried thrusting made her feel something stirring, although not quite thrilling. So, what does she do next? She asks around for the name of a brothel—this seemed ridiculous to me; a woman of her status could no more fish about for the name of a house of ill repute than discuss erotica at a dinner table (which Elizabeth does later in the book and doing so gets her in all sorts of trouble with her respectable social set). She contacts the madam of La Belle Jeune Fille Pieuse and requests an education in carnal pleasure. Elizabeth wishes to know sensual joy, to learn to give and receive it.

When Elizabeth goes to the bordello, she expects to encounter Mrs. Lydia Morcom, the madam. It’s never explained what sort of initial conversation Elizabeth had with Mrs. Morcom, but Elizabeth is expecting her training to be verbal and to be done by the madam. Instead, when she arrives for her first session, she’s met by an icy, gorgeous, arrogant peer, the utterly sexually depraved Earl of Malvern. Elizabeth, initially nonplused, quickly finds the idea of being educated by the Earl damn alluring. He tells her, after having her take off her cloak and checking out her body, that he is willing to teach her all she wants to know.

“I shall show you carnal pleasure, madam. As you say, both to receive and to give. However, pregnancy should be avoided at all costs.” His eyes flickered, the first sign of something resembling emotion crossing his face. “I will not marry you, no matter the circumstance.” Well, of course he wouldn’t. She wouldn’t wed him either. In any event, conception was not a concern for her, not after a marriage that had never yielded— Good Lord. He spoke of practical application. He spoke of touching and kissing and— Was it warmer in here of a sudden? He continued with barely a pause. “Actual penetration will be avoided. While many people extol the virtues of withdrawal, I remain unconvinced. We will discuss methods of contraception during your education, but the most effective method is always avoidance. You are in agreement?” Still confused but now with cheeks aflame, Elizabeth nodded. In all her life, no one had ever spoken so frankly. This, combined with his matter-of-fact manner and lack of emotion, banished any lingering apprehension and left only the excitement. Glorious, thrilling excitement.”

The two agree that Elizabeth will come to his townhouse—discretely of course—three days hence. Elizabeth leaves the brothel in a tizzy—she’s never been so turned on in her life—and James, the Earl, goes to ask Lydia, a woman he’s fucked many a time, why she decided to offer him the “mousy” little widow. Lydia says she thought her present would appeal to his “degenerate soul” and that, since she’s just gifted him, she’d like him to gift her with the reward of his cock which he, without much interest, does.

Three days later, Elizabeth finds herself in the Earl’s home, where the two go over the basics of their arrangement. They will meet twice weekly at five in the evening—this hour is somehow more discreet than other times. The Earl asks Elizabeth to detail her sexual history. She, who has never talked about sex with anyone, is unable to answer. So, because Elizabeth isn’t really mousy at all, she asks him instead to tell her his sexual history.

“My first physical encounter was with a prostitute my father engaged for me at the age of twelve. She instructed me on the basics, at which I became quite well versed in our time together. I took a second lover at fourteen, a third at fifteen, and further extended my knowledge. As a side, I found it amusing to play them off against each other.” He’d had more than one lover at the same time? Before he’d reached his majority? He must have been able to keep them all satisfied—what did he mean he’d played them off against each other? Did they compete for his affections?

Well, not his affections, the man appeared to be made of stone, but, well, what did he mean?

“By the time I left Oxford, I had become quite versed in carnal pleasures, and embarked upon a career exclusively devoted to catering to my whims. There is little I have not undertaken.”

She couldn’t help but stare. He was so very different from anyone she had ever encountered. He just said things—things that were inappropriate and lewd, and not fit for a lady’s ears. She loved it. “Like what?” His brow rose. “What variations upon the basics?” Almost afraid to breathe lest he stop, she nodded.

“I have experimented with numerous positions, with cunnilingus and fellatio. I have had two mistresses pleasure me at the same time on numerous occasions, and have had the reverse occur as well. I have attended orgies, tied my lovers up, spanked them, dominated them, been dominated, watched others as they performed, been watched, fucked men, women, anything in the course of obtaining pleasure.”

“Fucked?” The unfamiliar word sounded delicious on her tongue.

“Had sexual relations, intercourse.” All said so factually, so calmly, as if his words weren’t of infinite fascination. “Language will also be part of your tutelage.

Are my qualifications suitable?”

Elizabeth finds his qualifications to be so suitable she almost comes on the spot and the education of the widow Rocksley begins. Within a few visits, Elizabeth has become a pleasure addict—she really likes orgasms, having her body caressed, and hearing the Earl say truly naughty things. Within a few more visits, the Earl—now James– has become an Elizabeth addict—she’s not only a great plaything, she’s sweet, funny, and, instantly adept at both hand and blow jobs. But while Elizabeth is fine being obsessed with James, James is uneasy with his attraction to Elizabeth.

Their visits in the first half of the book have James and Elizabeth either having wild, non-penetrative sex that leaves them both stunned with pleasure or having James lecture Elizabeth about sex in ways that bore him and her. When the latter happens, Elizabeth tends to chatter to James about her life—she comes from a big family, full of love and hurt. (Her bitchy older sister Bella takes every chance she can to criticize Elizabeth; her father drinks too much and defends Elizabeth staunchly.)  James, much to his horror, listens to her and, even worse, thinks about her. She becomes not just a plaything, but a person, someone he, were he a different sort of many, might possibly like.

From the beginning, he has been determined for his encounters with her to be something that would amuse him and nothing more. His insistence on the lack of intercourse is clearly about wanting to emotionally distanced from her rather than any real fear of impregnating her—he’s actually quite adept at birth control. He believes his childhood—his dad held non-stop orgies and his mom, once she’d popped out James, became a nun—has made him a man with no heart. He takes little pleasure in his debauched life but can’t see any other sort of life, especially one with relationships, as possible for him. He truly doesn’t care for anyone—there’s a scene where he has one of his mistresses abruptly thrown out of her house simply because she wouldn’t accommodate him when he dropped by. James is a cold son of a bitch and he finds being drawn to Elizabeth almost distasteful.

But, he just can’t stay away and by the time the two kiss for the first time—her idea—he is losing his vaunted control around her. Two months into their assignations, he has managed to keep from penetrating her girl parts, but he’s no longer penetrating anyone else anywhere and he finds all the things he used to do—hanging out at his club, participating in orgies, drinking himself into a stupor—don’t appeal to him. All he wants to do—and this really bothers him—is spend time with Elizabeth. He tries being mean to her, being shocking to her (he suggests they put anal sex on the curriculum for “Thursday next;” she declines), being intentionally tedious to her. None of it works—she really likes him and, has become quite adroit at getting him to fondle her instead. The two grow cozier and cozier and James, a man who sees intimacy as an affliction to be avoided at all costs, must choose between the happiness he finds in Elizabeth’s company or the solitary, debauched life he’s sure is his fate.

This book bored me. The first half of it is erotica based on torrid encounters between the iceman who’s done it all and the (relatively) inexperienced woman who comes at the drop of a hat. The sex scenes are repetitive—I found, by the time I’d read about it for the fourth time, I didn’t care Elizabeth found having her nipples pulled at arousing—and predictable. Elizabeth and James represent female/male archetypes in a hackneyed way: she represents emotional connection; he, relational diffidence. It was clear, from the moment the two first gazed at one another, that each would be the other’s salvation. The second half of the book, focused on James’ fear of intimacy, made me impatient. James is a dick, but he’s a smart dick. He knows what he has with Elizabeth is worthy of attention and of, on his part, change. It seemed to me to be a manufactured cop-out for him to abandon her and his feelings for her just because he was scared he didn’t know how to be someone other than the cretin his father had told him he’d be. James may be a man in bed, but, in the rest of his life, he’s an immature cad. I found myself envisioning a better ending for Elizabeth in which she took all the knowledge she’d gotten from James and found an adult to share her skill set with.

At the end of the novel, James is, somewhat unwillingly, trying to live in Elizabeth’s world—a world that involves thinking about someone other than himself and how much he needs Elizabeth. He comforts himself by thinking about the first year of their marriage where it was just the two of them alone, in a villa in a small town in Italy. His fantasy made me cringe. It’s not enough for him to have Elizabeth as his—he’d like for the two to be everything to one another, others be damned. For me, no matter how great in bed he is, no matter how much he loves Elizabeth, his passion is one that limits her in ways he doesn’t seem to even be aware of.

As I finished the book, I was reminded of the quasi-wisdom of a trite 1970’s phrase: “If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it’s yours. If it doesn’t, it never was.” I can’t see James ever letting go of Elizabeth and, really, that’s rather sad.

This book was for me, at best, a C.

Sincerely,

Dabney

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I loved romances when, back in the mid 70's, in junior high, I read every Barbara Cartland novel I could check out from the library. Then, thanks to a savvy babysitter, I got my hands on the hot stuff. To this day I can remember how astonishingly steamy I found Rosemary Rogers' Sweet Savage Love. I abandoned romance when I went to college and didn't pick one up again until 2007 when I got my first Kindle. Since then, I’ve read countless romances; loved many, liked more, hated some. Most of what I read is historical and contemporary romance, but I’m open to almost any genre. I like my books to have sizzle, wit, and plots that make sense. I’d take sexy over sweet any day. I’m a sucker for smart heroes and smart-mouthed heroines. When not reading or writing about reading, or wishing I could rule the world, I'm meddling in the lives of my kids--I have four, ages 17 to 21--, managing my husband's practice, doing bossy volunteer work, and hanging out with Dr. Feelgood.

21 Comments

  1. Darlynne
    Mar 13, 2012 @ 14:26:52

    Your review really sparked my interest, which made your comment about being bored so surprising. It seems that the ribs of a very good story where there, but the execution, and James himself, didn’t work for you. I don’t read historical romance in general, but I do appreciate the care with which you described the plot and characters and, ultimately, your rating. Thank you!

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  2. Danielle D
    Mar 13, 2012 @ 15:33:07

    I need to check this book out. Thanks for reviewing this book.

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  3. Lynne Connolly
    Mar 13, 2012 @ 16:26:10

    Discreet, not discrete. Sorry, that was driving me nuts. Discreet is quietly and circumspectly, discrete is separate and distinct.
    Not Victorian, then. A shame. It sounds a bit odd to me. James sounds a bit like a damped-down Dain or Lord Safyre.
    And any peer under the rank of earl doesn’t take “the” before his title. I’ve read that so often in recent books, it’s driving me nuts, well, nutser. Who started that one?

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  4. Dabney
    Mar 13, 2012 @ 16:56:12

    Yikes! I hate it when I make a mistake! I’ve changed the word to its correct spelling! Thanks, Lynn!

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  5. Kaetrin
    Mar 13, 2012 @ 19:35:22

    I finished this book last night. There were some quite nice portions but most of the sex scenes were there for titillation rather than to actually be a story driver, IMO. I usually like sex scenes but I found myself getting bored – I wanted to get on with the story and they kept getting in the way. I agree that this is more erotica (albeit that there is a romance with a HEA) than erotic romance. You were a bit kinder than I was Dabney, I gave it a C-.

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  6. Dabney
    Mar 13, 2012 @ 20:05:23

    @Kaetrin: If given my druthers, I’d only read books with fabulous sex scenes in them–I have parts of Shannon McKenna’s Extreme Danger and Julia Anne Long’s I Kissed an Earl memorized, I’ve read them so often. The sex in this book didn’t do a thing for me. It was all very similar and not erotic.

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  7. Kaetrin
    Mar 13, 2012 @ 20:09:20

    Well, I’m one of those people who, when they see a post about – “I just skim the sex scenes now” who puts her hand up and says “I don’t!” Very often a well written sex scene will be change my mind about a book altogether. But, this one? Well, not so much.

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  8. Tara
    Mar 13, 2012 @ 22:07:32

    I love your reviews, but please consider adding the grade at the bottom. I often skip to the end of a review on my RSS reader to see the grade before reading, but they’re only in the URL for yours.

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  9. Dabney
    Mar 13, 2012 @ 22:10:19

    @Tara: Done. I’ll do it in all of them from now on. Thanks for the suggestion!

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  10. Janine
    Mar 14, 2012 @ 00:16:21

    @Darlynne:

    Your review really sparked my interest, which made your comment about being bored so surprising.

    I had the exact same reaction and Dabney, I think it was because your plot summary was written in such a compelling way, I almost felt like I was reading a terrific book. I was ready to purchase right before I got to the part about how bored you were and changed my mind.

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  11. Dabney
    Mar 14, 2012 @ 06:40:24

    @Janine: So, perhaps I should express my negativity earlier in the review next time. I try and be fair–describe a book and then say what I did and didn’t like about it. But I can see, especially here, that might have been misleading.

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  12. Tara
    Mar 14, 2012 @ 07:19:45

    Thank you so much!

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  13. Dabney
    Mar 14, 2012 @ 07:39:11

    @Tara: I’m going back and adding them into my earlier reviews as well. Thank you!

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  14. Janet W
    Mar 14, 2012 @ 11:05:41

    I wasn’t sure about the tag “Mistorical” when I first saw it here but I’m beginning to see how helpful it can be to a reader. How did this and Her Husband’s Harlot escape that label? I’m always behind the times so maybe the gently-born lady goes to the House of Pleasure to be schooled, m’educated, instructed, whatevered is the newest trend? I appreciate the copious excerpts because downloading the first chapter might not be good for my imagination :)

    Caveat: I say this knowing that many a book on my keeper shelf has had a scene or two in a high class brothel — including the virginal and fabulous Snowdrops and Scandalbroth by Barbara Metzger but these books are something new under the sun. For me. Imo :)

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  15. Janine
    Mar 14, 2012 @ 11:50:51

    @Dabney: That may be a good idea, but I didn’t mean my comment as a criticism. I actually almost told you that if you have an interest in fiction writing, I want to encourage it. It takes a lot of skill to describe a book in such an engaging way.

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  16. Dabney
    Mar 14, 2012 @ 11:53:52

    @Janine: Thanks. I decided, out of the blue, a year and a half ago to see if I could start writing reviews. I saw it as a step on the path toward writing my own books. Some day, just not yet!

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  17. tellulahdarling
    Mar 14, 2012 @ 12:05:01

    Ah yes, the old “skip through the sex to find the plot”. Always nice when the two are organically integrated and both stem from character.

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  18. Anne Clark
    Mar 14, 2012 @ 17:34:38

    I have to confess, I was a little surprised at your review because I get the feeling you’re not a big fan of the romance genre as a whole. Your final comment “I can’t see James ever letting go of Elizabeth and, really, that’s rather sad.” made me stop. Why are you sad that the two protagonists stay together? That’s what romance is all about. Many people are under the mistaken belief that love stories and romances are the same thing. They’re not. Romances = happy ending (where the characters in their fictional world will stay together forever) Love stories = unhappy ending (I cite the movie “Love Story” as an example). I am delighted to find, through your review, that James won’t let go of Elizabeth and I don’t find that sad, I find that uplifting, especially in today’s world where the divorce and infidelity rates are so high. So as this book has a guaranteed happy ending, I’m off to buy my copy.

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  19. Dabney
    Mar 14, 2012 @ 19:04:50

    @Anne Clark: I would disagree with your characterization of me as someone who doesn’t like romance. I love romance, and I think if you read the reviews I’ve written over the past 18 months, that’s clear.

    I don’t see, however, possessive limiting love as romantic. I’m thrilled when couples who enrich one other stay together through thick and thin. In this case, however, I think James would be happy to be with Elizabeth whether she were happy or not. His love for her seem to me to be limiting. He struck me as the historical version of the guy who would do anything to keep Elizabeth, even if the cost of that was horrendous.

    Simply staying together isn’t necessarily a happy ending. Many abused women stay with their abusive spouses–I wouldn’t call their stories romantic. To me, romance is where a couple shares a future that enables both of them to experience true love with one another for as long as life allows them to. I’d define true love as a love that makes both better, happier, more joyful people. I didn’t see that sort of love between James and Elizabeth.

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  20. Kaetrin
    Mar 14, 2012 @ 19:19:53

    @Dabney: I had taken your sadness regarding James as more that he was still fairly broken and didn’t fit in with his life that well – he fit with Elizabeth but he had to force himself to fit in his proper place (ie his duties as Earl). He was much more comfortable in Italy away from his title and those responsibilities (there’s a whole other thing there with him being, no doubt, responsible for the livelihood of many and really not caring at all about it but that’s a different issue).
    I did think that James loved Elizabeth and I believed that he would not want her to be unhappy – I think that is evidenced by him agreeing to come back to England and his attendance at balls and other social functions – things he did not want to do but which he did because they made Elizabeth happy.

    On the other hand, I didn’t read your review (or indeed any of your other reviews) as indicating a dislike of romance and I thought that Anne’s comment in that regard was unncessarily harsh.

    The thing is the book is just not that good. It’s okay. It’s certainly not a wallbanger. There were some good parts, and we’ve found things to talk about regarding it here, but there was plenty lacking as well. A lot if it felt like an excuse to write sex scenes. I like sex scenes. A lot. But I want them to be necessary for the story and not just for titillation.

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  21. Dabney
    Mar 14, 2012 @ 19:43:36

    @Kaetrin: I will own a dislike of overly controlling men for whom the control seems as important as the love they feel. I like the machismo of, oh, let’s say, a Nick in Extreme Danger because the ways he tries to control Becca all work to free her from things that limit her. I finished Teach Me imagining all the things Elizabeth would want to do that James wouldn’t be happy about her doing and how that dynamic might become really sad.

    I do realize this is just my view on love. As I’ve stated elsewhere, I hated Beautiful Danger for many of these same reasons.

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