Dear Ms. Page:
Let me start out by giving you the good news. My neighbor bought and read this book and liked it and so did Tara Marie. Yours was the only Aphrodisia that Bookseller Jolie has been able to finish to date.
While this is not the worst erotic romance, it is by no means the best. Jolie calls these types of books filler books. While you are waiting for the autobuy books to come out, you have to spend your time reading something and why not this. It’s got hot sex scenes (a ton of them in about every position, style and coupling a body could envision) and an appealing hero. The drawbacks are the sex scenes (a ton of them) and the immature and often senseless heroine who is a mass of contradictions and a couple of plot themes that are bound to drive some readers crazy.
Venetia Hamilton is a twenty four year old woman who is the illegitimate daughter of a famous erotic painter, Rodesson. Rodesson has lost his ability to paint because of a physical infirmity. In order to ensure further income, and to maintain independence for her family, Venetia takes up the brush and paints an erotic novel under her father’s name. Unfortunately, one of the devotees of such work is Lord Trent. Not only does Lord Trent know that the painter is not Rodesson by technique and portraiture, but Venetia makes the huge error of changing the facial structure of the man in the erotic paintings to mimic those of the Earl of Trent.
Here begins a host of so many problems for me. There is Venetia herself. She is a VIRGIN painting erotica. I don’t understand why she had to be a virgin other than to set up the premise that Lord Trent would have to take her up the ASS all the time because he didn’t want to take away her VIRGINITY. It’s okay for the VIRGIN heroine to attend orgies, paint erotica, engage in a foursome with other women and take it up the ASS but vaginal penetration is a no no.
I think I could end the review right here because that made this story a wall banger for me. But let’s go on.
The plot of this story (besides when Lord Trent will take Venetia’s virginity) is that a notorious courtesan is blackmailing Venetia by threatening to reveal her as the painter. So Venetia decides Lord Trent, after meeting him once, will agree to take her to the orgy so she can meet up with the blackmailer and try to talk the blackmailer out of blackmail. I am not even out of Chapter Two and my suspension of disbelief is strained to the snapping point.
Trent tries to convince Venetia that the orgy is no place for an innocent and goes on to describe all the awful things that could happen to her. Instead of being frightened, she is all turned on. She is full of contradictory feelings. For example, she lets Trent give her oral sex and then is embarrassed.
ÃƒÆ’Ã‚ ¢Ãƒ ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚ ¬Ãƒ-"I-oh, what have I done? I am-ÃƒÆ’Ã‚ ¢Ãƒ ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚ ¬Ãƒâ€š? Horrified, she thought of his offer. ÃƒÆ’Ã‚ ¢Ãƒ ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚ ¬Ãƒ-"You see IÃƒÆ’Ã‚ ¢Ãƒ ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚ ¬Ãƒ ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚ ¢m not good and proper at all, my lord. I am not the sort of woman who should paint Lady RavenwoodÃƒÆ’Ã‚ ¢Ãƒ ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚ ¬Ãƒ ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚ ¢s baby.
But two paragraphs later, she is spouting off about how she is going to the orgy regardless of his opinion. She would ask the stupidest questions when she knew the answer. For example, Trent wants her to wear a mask:
ÃƒÆ’Ã‚ ¢Ãƒ ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚ ¬Ãƒ-"But why?ÃƒÆ’Ã‚ ¢Ãƒ ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚ ¬Ãƒâ€š? she asked. ÃƒÆ’Ã‚ ¢Ãƒ ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚ ¬Ãƒ-"No one will recognize me. I am not of their class. And they are all attending an orgy too!ÃƒÆ’Ã‚ ¢Ãƒ ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚ ¬Ãƒâ€š? But she knew, from village life, of the hypocrisy of the upper classes. . . . How ridiculous it would be to wear a mask every day. But she was responsible for her sistersÃƒÆ’Ã‚ ¢Ãƒ ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚ ¬Ãƒ ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚ ¢ futures. Their good reputations depended on her discretion.
Look, sister, if you know that the upper class would cut you and your sainted mother and sisters dead if they knew of your attendance at an orgy, wouldn’t you be bringing your own mask? You see, if I was Marcus, I would say something like “Put on the mask already and stop being a stupid chit.”
The heroine’s constant chirping to SEE everything she had drawn was so tiresome. She reminded me of the dodo bird from the movie Ice Age. Her little head moving up and down as she displayed not one sense of whit or reason. And everything she drew was available to be SEEN at the orgy. The sex scenes were like a laundry list of debauchery. Two men with one woman? check. Bondage? check. Four women together? check. Two men together? check. Public sex. check. check. check. check.
What saves this from being a D is that the sex scenes were well done and woven into the fabric of the story rather than tacked on to ratchet up the sex quotient. Jolie told me it reminded her of Robin Schone and I could see the resemblance. The writing was smooth and in some places sensuous, but the heroine bothered me too much for me to gain any enjoyment from the story. Because I gave Blackmailed a C-, I have to give this one a C- too.