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REVIEW:  Christmas at the Castle by Marion Lennox

REVIEW: Christmas at the Castle by Marion Lennox

Dear Marion Lennox:

I fell behind reading your releases in 2013, but when I saw you had a Christmas novel out in December I jumped on it. From the first couple of chapters I could tell that this was going to be a vintage Lennox, combining a fairy-tale holiday setting and story with a likable, no-nonsense heroine and a sympathetic, aristocrat hero.

Christmas at the Castle

Angus Stuart, Earl of Craigenstone and Lord of Castle Craigie, has a problem. The unwilling inheritor of his horrible father’s Earldom, he wants only to sell up the Castle and its land and get back to New York, where he has lived almost all his life. But his young half-siblings want one last Christmas at the Castle, and with the way their father mistreated them and their mother, he’s having a hard time saying no.

Scottish-Australian chef Holly McIntosh also has a problem. Her worthless fiancé stole money from their restaurant and ran off, leaving Holly with a mountain of debts and maxed out credit cards. She returns to Scotland and her beloved grandmother for a break and a frugal Christmas.

Angus needs a chef and housekeeper, and Holly needs money and a job. They strike a bargain, but that bargain almost immediately becomes more complicated when Angus tries to reassure his father’s widow, Delia, that the children will be fine at the Castle because Holly will look after them, he goes too far and blurts out that Holly is his fiancée. Holly agrees to the deception but on strictly business terms, and our tale is off and running.

Angus is not your average Earl; he hates being the Earl, he hates having to take responsibility for a Castle, family, and tenants he doesn’t know, and he just wants to get things settled and return to his investment banker American life. But he’s a very decent person, and while he’s just the Lord and not the Laird, as Holly’s grandmother Maggie observes, he’s not actively malevolent like the previous Earl.

Holly is forthright and unimpressed by Earls. She takes pride in her accomplishments as a chef even as she berates herself for having falling for her worthless ex-fiance’s deceptions. But although she agrees to the engagement pretense for the children’s and her grandmother’s sakes, she won’t turn herself into what the Earl thinks an Earl’s betrothed should be. Their trip to an exclusive boutique in Edinburgh (Maggie’s suitcases are, of course, lost by the airline) is a great sendup of the scene in Pretty Woman: the boutique’s salespeople are more than happy to kit her out, but she doesn’t want their twinsets and pearls:

She flicked over a price tag and gasped. ‘If you’re serious about spending thissort of money, or, if you’re serious about letting me be a fiancée, then I reckon I ought to be my sort of fiancée. Does that make sense?’

‘Yes,’ he said cautiously. ‘I think so.’

‘But you like this?’

‘It’s suitable.’

‘You haven’t exactly chosen a suitable fiancée,’ she reminded him.

‘I haven’t exactly chosen…’ But then he looked at the manager’s dour face and he decided enough was enough. He wasn’t about to discuss temporary engagements in public.

‘My mother will probably be coming over…for the wedding,’ he told the man consolingly. ‘She’s American but this style of clothing is exactly what she’d love. That’s why I brought Holly here. If I can leave my car here now, I’ll bring my mother—and her friends—in for a pre-wedding shop as soon as they get here.’

‘Certainly, My Lord,’ the man said heavily, casting a look of dislike at His Lord’s intended. ‘So your mother has taste?’

‘Yes, she does,’ Angus said and Holly smiled her sympathy at the poor man.

‘That’s put me in my place properly,’ she said and she reached out and took the manager’s hand and shook it with such warmth that the man’s disapproval gave way to something that could almost be a smile.

Their next stop is a more appropriate store, where Holly finds:

black leggings, blue leather boots that reached above her knees, a gorgeous oversized scarlet turtleneck sweater and a cute scarlet beret that should have screamed at her copper curls but didn’t.

Much better.

Of course Holly wins over Delia (and vice versa) and of course the children love her, and of course Maggie and her helpers from the village are able to turn a dark, miserable Castle into an inviting, Christmasy home. And of course Angus looks incredibly hot in his kilt. It’s a Christmas fairy tale, so you know how these things work. But the relationships feel real, and Holly and Angus don’t just fall into lust with each other, they talk and share confidences and become friends.

Not everything works perfectly; sometimes the Christmas spirit is a little thick. There is a dog, who belongs to the forcibly retired gamekeeper. They get their happy ending too. Everyone gets their happy ending, except the villain, whose villainy is played for understatement and who doesn’t get punished as badly as he deserves.

The way Angus resolves his obligations to the village and the earldom requires the greatest suspension of disbelief, and it will undoubtedly cross over into sugar-overload-territory for some readers. But this is Marion Lennox’s story, and she manages to balance the sweetness with a few down-to-earth characters. And I’m a sucker for a Christmas story, so it worked for me. Go into expecting to read about a Christmas miracle and it may well work for you too. Grade: B

~ Sunita

 

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REVIEW:  Unbound by Cara McKenna

REVIEW: Unbound by Cara McKenna

Dear Ms. McKenna:

Lately, a number of erotic romance authors (Charlotte Stein and Abigail Barnette, for example) have been writing books that deliberately use the basic trappings of Fifty Shades of Grey to subvert its themes and reclaim the genre. I don’t know if it was intentional, but this novel struck me as accomplishing a very similar goal by going in a completely opposite direction. It’s a dark, intense, very surprising and unexpectedly brilliant story.

Unbound by Cara McKennaNote: I knew very little about the male protagonist of this story going in, and even if you read the blurb, it’s deliberately vague. Therefore I got to experience learning about Rob’s inner life from intriguing hints, always just one step ahead of Merry, and frankly, that was awesome. I would hate to ruin that experience for anyone, but I don’t see how I can discuss the book in any meaningful way without revealing Rob’s secrets. So I’m going to have a large spoiler section and leave it up to readers how they want to proceed. I’ll have a spoiler-free wrap up at the end; read the comments at your own risk.

Unbound is what I classify as a “cabin-fever” romance: there are really only two characters (I don’t think any secondary characters even get spoken dialogue except in memory) and almost everything that happens is about their interactions in one particular space. It’s far from a claustrophobic-feeling read though — both characters are very physically active throughout the story, and it’s set in beautiful, demanding wilderness.

Merry sets off on a three-week hiking trip in the Highlands, partially as an homage to her dead mother, partially to process the significant changes that have been happening in her life. She’s lost 100 pounds, a really crappy lover, and quite possibly her best friend, and gained a new perspective on herself. Now she’s trying to figure out where to go from here, while loving how it feels to get away from the obsessiveness of dealing with her weight:

Out here, her body wasn’t a collection of desirable parts and shameful ones, a thing to be tricked and punished and outsmarted, outwilled. It was merely a vessel for food and water and sunshine, a structure of muscle and bone, a capable and ready thing.

When her hike is interrupted by a debilitating attack of gastritis, she just manages to make it to a lonely cabin she’d spotted. There she is somewhat reluctantly aided by Rob, an Englishman who’s lived as far from humanity as possible for two years, relying on his routines, hard work, and solitude to control his raging alcoholism. He can’t turn her away, but having company makes him uneasy, especially since he feels incapable of socializing without the lubricant of alcohol.

Merry, intrigued by Rob’s shyness, “manly” lifestyle, and understated good looks, gently and carefully seduces him. But then their encounter goes in an unexpected direction.

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“You feel so…” Rob couldn’t seem to find an adequate word, and abandoned the search. “Tell me what you like.” He swallowed again, eyes glassy and drunk. “Tell me what to do.”

There was something more to that final request. She could taste it on her tongue, simply watching his lips form those words. Tell me.

Hints about Rob have been unfolding in thrilling bits and pieces and now we’ve almost reached one part of the puzzle: he’s sexually submissive. But there’s so much more going on in what he calls his “neurological rat’s nest”:

“Are you into that? Bondage and that kind of thing?”
He shut his eyes tightly, but he couldn’t hide from the question. “I suppose.”
“That doesn’t bother me.”
When he opened his eyes, he found her smiling down at him, the gesture seeming to brighten the space between them, though he couldn’t feel its warm. Not yet.
“That nearly comes standard, these days,” she offered lightly.
“It’s not that I’m into it. It’s not that I just like it. It’s…”
She lay down and wrapped her arm around his middle, taking his hand and holding it at his heart. He didn’t think he’d ever felt so perfectly suspended between comforted and disturbed.
She squeezed his fingers. “It’s what?”
“It’s the only thing I like, nearly.” The admission tumbled out like a rock, juddering up through his throat and lodging itself between them. But once it cleared, he found the depths of his lungs, the relief of a full breath, the ability to swallow.
“How interesting.”
He laughed sadly. “No, it’s really not.”

Rob has fetishes, and his kinks are mostly not cute, mainstream or glamorous — not just bondage, but ropes, pain, humiliation and cock worship. And like his alcoholism, there are no halfways about it — he can’t get off without somehow involving his kinks or retreating into his own head, which of course has been very emotionally draining on his previous lovers. But Merry is in exactly the right head space to take a dominant role, and she discovers how exciting it is to be able to totally blow Rob’s mind. And Rob discovers for the first time that he can harness his compulsions in order to be truly present with Merry, and give her what she desires as well.

I’ve never encountered such a raw, visceral, genuine portrayal of fetishism in erotica. For much of the sex scenes we’re inside Rob’s head, and the intensity of his feelings as he finally gets what he most needs is overwhelming. The complicated balance between two partners when they’re wired so differently is also captured here, and the story honestly shows Rob’s deeply internalized shame without shaming him.

Merry is less obviously intriguing, but I was impressed with her character as well. The experience of having lost a lot of weight hit the mark with me: the physical hangovers like sagging breasts, the tedious obsessiveness with calories, exercise — “fucking numbers” — the happiness at having changed coupled with resentment at not having been good enough before, and the lasting insecurity that comes from feeling unseen and unappreciated as you were.

I also thought Merry embodied a desire that may be at the heart of romance for many readers, the desire to be fiercely wanted:

He lowered to his forearms, nose brushing hers. “What do you want to feel? The way I always want to feel degraded — what do you want to feel with this man? With me?”
“Desired. Like, cherished.” She mumbled the final word, looking sheepish. “Just like the way guys look at girls in stupid romantic movies.”
A deep sadness rose in Rob, to imagine her fantasies were made of such stuff. Did this mean she felt denied those simple things in her waking life? This kind, affectionate, beautiful woman?
You’re the last man on earth who should think he can fulfill those needs, said a hateful voice.
But perhaps the only man who’s yet bothered to offer. That alone made him feel worthy of the task.

Many people theorize that this longing to be desired is what’s behind the love of dominating, obsessive romance heroes. I don’t know if there’s truth in it or not — I myself enjoy almost all kinds of heroes — but I loved seeing the dynamic playing out with a man who’s pretty much literally as far from the alpha stereotype as you can get, and for whom this has previously been an area of utter failure.

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The relationship that ensues is confined not only by space but by time; Merry has to return to California for her father’s wedding. (An event especially hard to miss since he’s finally legally able to marry his boyfriend.) As the inevitable parting approaches, the suspense about what will happen between them builds — particularly as Rob has yet to tell Merry about his alcoholism, and how impossible he feels it is for him to return to regular society. Waiting for that axe to fall was brutal – the longer it took, the worse I knew it was going to be.

I really hope this book will find its audience.  It’ll inevitably make its way onto lists of favorite bad sex scenes in romance, and the relationship conflict, arising out of Rob’s shame and fear, is very affecting, but readers who heavily favor traditional romance conventions probably won’t go for it. And it’s certainly not perfect. Rob’s self-loathing gets wearying (though for a dry drunk, I don’t think it’s at all exaggerated) and as in a previous McKenna book, the characters smirk so often, I wanted to reach into my ereader and force a different expression onto their faces. I’m a little iffy on the ending as well, which is kind of an uneasy mix between realism and fantasy, with quite a lot happening offstage.

None of those quibbles was significant enough to outweigh how beautifully written and brilliant the book is in general.  It won’t be for everyone,  but if you’re looking for nuanced portrayals of complicated characters I can’t recommend it enough. A

Sincerely,

Willaful

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