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REVIEW:  Burned by Sarah Morgan

REVIEW: Burned by Sarah Morgan


Dear Ms. Morgan:

I enjoyed the novella Ripped, but found it leaned more towards chick-lit than I like, with its humor based on the narrator’s humiliation. The sequel Burned gets the balance just about right, combining many of the usual elements of contemporary romance with a fun, fresh voice and an emphasis on being loved for who you are.

Rosie’s boyfriend has picked the worst possible time to break up with her. It’s not like she’s in love with him — “do I look stupid?” she asks rhetorically — but her job as a physical trainer has been threatened by a buy-out, and her sister’s recent happiness has made her more aware than usual of how lackluster her own love-life is. “It wasn’t as if I thought Brian was my happily-ever-after. But happy to the end of dessert would have been nice.”

But the hits have just started coming: as Brian finishes telling her how unfeminine and threatening she is, Rosie realizes that the man listening at the next table is Hunter Black.


Hunter, the first guy I’d ever dated. The first guy I’d slept with. The man who had taught me that a broken heart was more painful than a broken bone.
My nemesis.

If you’ve read more than five contemporary romances, you know the rest: Hunter is, of course, the new owner of her fitness club. And he obviously still has strong feelings for Rosie — and she for him. But Rosie isn’t just fearful about being hurt again; she’s disgusted by the person she was when she was with Hunter:

It embarrassed me to remember how pathetic I’d been. The memory was so humiliating I tried not to think about it. I tried not to think about him. Deep down I knew he’d done the right thing to break it off — although I don’t think he needed to have been quite so brutal in the execution. I’d been so clingy, so dependent, so good at leaning on him I’d forgotten how to stand upright by myself.

Despite the bad break-up, Hunter genuinely cares for Rosie, and he’s just about perfect for her. He loves martial arts as much as she does, and he’s proud of her strength and skill, not threatened by it. But Rosie is scared to let herself depend on anyone again:

‘I fight my own battles. I comfort myself when I’m low. I have a secret stash of chocolate for that purpose.’
The corners of his mouth flickered. ‘Being able to do those things for yourself doesn’t stop someone else doing them alongside you.

I really liked Rosie’s voice; it’s wry, funny, and vulnerable. I also liked how much was packed into this short novella — it’s definitely focused on the romance, but Rosie’s relationship with her sister is very important to her, as is her job and her love of martial arts. There’s a nice sense of place, and the ending, featuring the London Eye, was swoon-worthy.

I was less crazy about the constant emphasis on how incredibly hot Hunter is, and the way Rosie’s descriptions of their physical interactions sometimes felt like she was talking about it more than feeling it. This is a pretty typical current romance style, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. I also found myself thinking of Liz Mc2′s criticism of Ripped:

“And much as I enjoyed this book I found myself wondering if the novel didn’t do to Hayley a bit of what her nasty ex Charlie did: belittle her, and deny her skills. She’s an engineer (of some vague kind): isn’t the size of a dress in relation to the size of one’s breasts, and the strength of its seams, basically an engineering problem? I could accept that her pride made Hayley agree to be bridesmaid for her ex and the friend he dumped her for, but does that pride have to extend to not insisting her puke-yellow condom dress is the right size?… Do we have to go as far as exposing the heroine’s breasts in public so she can be rescued by hot hero Nico?

It’s interesting that Burned does precisely the same thing. Although Rosie is a skilled martial artist and excellent at self-defense, she still winds up in a dangerous situation too big for her to handle and has to be rescued by Hunter. It’s like the books are saying, it’s okay to be smart and strong, and some man will love you for it… as long as he’s smarter and stronger.

Despite those complaints, this was a lot of fun; I think it’s a standout in its “short sexy reads” genre. B



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REVIEW:  Tanya by Rebecca Rogers Maher

REVIEW: Tanya by Rebecca Rogers Maher


“Tanya—a recovering alcoholic—meets Jack at a roadside stop on the way to her sister’s wedding. Hoping to drown her sorrows in the company of a stranger, she brings him back to her motel room.

The next day, shaken by the intensity of the experience, Tanya joins her sister’s bridal party at an upscale mountain lodge. There, she meets the groom’s family for the first time, including his brother, Jack—just home from the Peace Corps and reeling from his night with the bold, beautiful woman he thought he’d never see again.

Both at a crossroads in their lives, Tanya and Jack collide for one explosive weekend. Will they choose the safety of past regrets, or will they be brave enough to embrace the present—together?”

Dear Ms. Rogers Maher,

I’ve come to expect the unexpected from you. And to just dive right in to your novellas regardless of the blurb, the characters or whatever issues you’ve given them. The ride might be wild but it’s usually worth it.

The book opens with a scene that is definitely not an anonymous romance meet-cute. No, after a short interlude in which Jack reminisces about the fact that only rich people have the luxury of searching for their purpose in life it’s an anonymous meet-fuck that blows Jack’s doors off. I found it cutely amusing that as he went into the seedy motel room he was mentally referring to it as tryst. He sure didn’t feel that way about it for long as the anonymous woman takes control, orders him about, twists his world inside out and he discovers he loves it. Jack’s vanilla sexual world just added a few dark flavors.

Meanwhile, Tanya discovers she’s hooked up with someone a little different from the men she usually fucks when she gets this way. It’s not only power she’s after, though she comes on strong and takes what she wants. It’s the shame and self punishment she’s after since for her, that’s the feeling that’s normal and safe. She knows that feeling and she’s comfortable with it. It’s also a bit of revenge for all this shitty boyfriends she’s endured over the years. She enjoys being the bitch, being the boss.

But like the aftermath of the usual romance trope, now these two have to move past their initial impressions of the other and decide is there something more for them? This is the heart of the novella.

Apparently I was just utterly oblivious of the fact that the hero of “Hurricane Lily” is the half brother of Jack and Henry but there’s no doubt about how this novella ties in with “The Bridge.” I held my breath waiting to discover what shape Henry and Christa would be in. I was delighted – yeah, I know it sounds strange – about the signs that love hasn’t solved all Christa and Henry’s problems. Christa did another round of cancer treatment while Henry is almost painfully and vulnerably in love and tells Jack he takes each day at a time.

Amidst all the hot sex that Tanya and Jack engage in, there are hints that that Jack is someone who needs to care for someone else. It’s why he entered the Peace Corps. But can he find love with Tanya? And can she allow herself to be loved and believe that maybe this time the other shoe won’t drop in her life? I’m cautiously optimistic on both counts and appreciate that the novella ends with each of them tentatively willing to work on something more.

Thank you for another story about wounded characters and ones without easily solved issues. You delve into the darker side of emotion and life and manage to get me to buy into at least a HFN – and in the case of Henry and Christ a HEA. Oh, and I love the dedication. B


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