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REVIEW: The Mistress Deception by Susan Napier

REVIEW: The Mistress Deception by Susan Napier

Dear Ms. Napier:

When someone on Twitter mentioned that your older book, The Mistress Deception, features a virgin widower, I bolted right over to Amazon to purchase a digital copy, excited at the idea of a Harlequin Presents playing against type in this way. That was not the only pleasant surprise of the book, and despite some cringeworthy behavior on the part of the hero, I enjoyed The Mistress Deception quite a bit.

Mistress Deception Susan NapierMatthew Riordan always gets extremely drunk on the anniversary of his wife’s death. When he shows up in a completely disreputable and obnoxious state to a formal dinner party where Rachel Blair is working security, the hostess begs Rachel to do something before he ruins the entire evening. Something turns out to be discreetly tripping him into the pool and then taking him to the guest house where he can change clothes and, hopefully, sleep it off.

Matthew has other plans, however, with Rachel’s lush body mere inches away as she helps him remove his sodden clothes. All evening he has been sexually crude and provocatively insulting to the voluptuous stranger, and now he demonstrates how close his disrespect is to his physical desire for her. After an extended physical struggle, Rachel has to subdue Matthew physically, eventually tying his hands to the headboard of the guest bed after he pulls the top of her dress down and begins fondling her breasts, begging her for more. Which partially explains Matthew’s incendiary reaction to the photos he receives in the mail several days later, which detail the more lascivious moments between him and Rachel, including a whip on the bed of which he has no recollection. The photos were actually sent to his father, for whom Matthew is filling in at his father’s waste-disposal conglomerate while his father recovers from a heart attack. While Matthew is thankful he intercepted the envelope before his father saw its contents, he is enraged at the thought that Rachel Blair would dare to try to humiliate and/or blackmail him!

When Rachel receives the package from KR Industries, she has fleeting thoughts of an early birthday present, until, that is, she sees the photographs and the note from Matthew Riordan that promises retribution:

What will happen to Weston’s reputation for probity and discretion when your corporate clients find out that their security rests in the whip-hand of a blowsy, over-blown dominatrix who looks as if she’d be more at home in a brothel than in a boardroom?

 

Rachel is doubly baffled; not only is she as scandalized and confused by the photos – and their possible source – as Matthew, but she cannot imagine why the man would want to ruin a woman who had gone out of her way to be discrete about what had happened at the party and in the guest house. And how dare he call her “blowsy”! Rachel hadn’t even wanted to wear that figure-hugging dress, going out of her way under normal circumstances to downplay her curves and neutralize her physicality. Her own past taught her to do that, but beyond those secrets, Rachel has worked hard to be taken seriously, both as a fitness trainer and half owner of a security company. Despite the strange things that had been happening to her since she inherited the company and her home from her fiancé, following his unexpected death – bureaucratic mistakes and bogus anonymous complaints against her – Rachel was determined to keep Weston Security intact, if not for herself, then at least for her fiancé’s brother and business partner, Frank. And those party photos could endanger more than Weston’s present future contracts, one of which is a pending deal with KR Industries.

Fortunately, Rachel is not the hand-wringing type, and she sets out to surreptitiously follow Matthew to determine his intentions with the photos. An accident of timing and a coincidence involving Matthew’s mother brings the two together in the hospital where Matthew’s father is recovering and into combat that reveals their mutual mistrust and reluctant but no less mutual attraction:

 

“What do you think you’re doing?” she screeched as he kicked the door shut behind them. Her shoulder bumped against a shelf of folded sheets as she hastily tried to widen the distance between them in the narrowly confined space. The overhead light threw Matthew’s grim face into harsh relief as she protested shrilly, “This is a supply cupboard!”

“I stand in awe of your powers of deduction,” he sneered, leaning back against the door as he tore open the envelope in his hand.

“That was addressed to your father, not you!” she accused.

“And what is it you’re so keen for him to see? Ahh, what have we here? Another episode of the Lifestyles of the Sick and Shameless? He flashed her a familiar set of images and she sucked in an appalled breath.

“Oh, my God!” She raised her bewildered gaze to his.

“You bitch!” He exploded away from the door. “You had to keep turning the screws didn’t you? Even when you knew it wasn’t going to get you what you wanted!”

 

It’s not long before Rachel delivers the obligatory slap, which changes the tone of their exchange substantially:

 

“You looking to get physical with me?” he growled, leaning closer.

. . .

“How do I look? As if I want to eat you?” He nipped at the succulent flesh, keeping it captive between his teeth as she arched her neck away, then releasing it to press his open mouth into the sensitive hollow between the stem of her neck and her collarbone and drink in the taste and texture of her skin. “That’s because I do! God, how can someone so bad taste so damned good…?” he groaned.

Since she was fifteen Rachel’s worst nightmare had been to find herself pinned down by superior strength, trapped and helpless against a greedy male assault. But where was the revulsion, the fear and the fury to defend herself now? She was rendered helpless – not by the violence of Matthew’s sexual need, but the uncontrollable desires that raced recklessly through her own veins.

 

Had I not been familiar with the melodramatic structure and language of Harlequin Presents, I might have put the book down following this exchange. The cheesy double-entendres, the contrast between Rachel’s experience with sexual assault and Matthew’s, uh, sexual assault, make me wince when I read them back out of context and outside the heat of the moment I was reading the book for the first time. And then, when Matthew “kidnaps” Rachel and takes her to his compound, literally locking her in, I knew it would take very little to push the rest of the book around the bend to Krazy Town, no U-Turn allowed.

Instead, these two capricious caricatures morph into rational, interesting people, who are actually able to talk to each other about who may be setting them both up and why. And in a nice role reversal, it is Rachel, not Matthew, who is the “expert” when it comes to strategy:

 

“Let’s remember that I’m the professional in this field; you’re just a –“

“Gifted amateur?”

Bumbling amateur,” she corrected.

“Oh, I get it. I’m Watson to your Holmes.”

She frowned. “This isn’t a game.”

“No, but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy it.”

 

And despite the previous lack of control their passionate attraction seemed to foreshadow, their physical relationship develops slowly, in large part because the more they talk to each other and share their pasts, the more obvious it becomes that sex is a very big deal to both of them, albeit for different reasons. Thus the investigatory partnership creates a bond of equality between them that builds trust and intimacy without the uncomfortable power dynamics HP’s sometimes utilize to generate relationship drama.

However, there is enough tension in Matthew and Rachel’s personal histories to infuse their budding relationship with emotional drama. The circumstances of Matthew’s marriage and his wife’s death are much more complex and tragic than is commonly known, while Rachel has her own secrets that make her protective of her independence and her work and family. Those secrets make a moment of wavering faith Rachel has in Matthew somewhat understandable, although what truly saves the moment from being a mere Mandatory Plot Obstacle To True Love is Rachel’s quick recovery of her usual reasonable, evidence-based thought-process.

The Mistress Deception is an interesting book. There are elements and sections of the story that cohere to some of the stereotypes associated with the Presents line, while other aspects of the book subvert those stereotypes thoughtfully and compellingly. Throughout I was compelled to keep reading, even when I was wincing, and I even enjoyed much of the melodrama, especially when it revealed layers of significance for the characters (the scene where Rachel ties Matthew to the bed, for example, is a provocatively written exchange, changing in significance once the truth of Matthew’s past is finally revealed).  Rachel had moments of pseudo-martyrdom, but her practicality and independent intelligence compensated greatly, and the general respect she and Matthew develop for one another created a lot of good will for me in terms of trusting in the wisdom of their union. The mystery of the photos was not a big surprise to me, but it fit with the characters and the storyline, and it served a rational purpose in catalyzing the romantic relationship. By the end, The Mistress Deception resolved into a B read for me.

~ Janet

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REVIEW: In Bed with the Boss by Susan Napier

REVIEW: In Bed with the Boss by Susan Napier

Update: I am reposting this review given the book I read a week ago. I wanted to highlight the story and why I enjoyed it tremendously.

Dear Ms. Napier:

I was delighted to see that Harlequin was digitizing your backlist titles. It’s something I’ve longed for since their digitizing efforts began a year or so ago.   I have In Bed with the Boss in its paper form, bought used from an online store.   I happily replaced the print with the digital version.

In Bed with the Boss Susan NapierThe book was originally published in 1999 and in the descriptions of the clothing and the era, it is dated.   However, I found the flamboyance of the hero’s dress, in particular, to be so fun to read about that the dated aspect only added charm to the story.

Part of the fun with In Bed with the Boss is that the reader is in on a secret.   That is, we know that Duncan (the boss)   is in love with Kalera (the secretary), but she is willfully or unconsciously blind.   Seeing her awaken to this is part of the pleasure.

Kalera Martin has been secretary to Duncan Royal, the owner of a multi-million dollar tech firm, for three   years.   She tenders her resignation because she is about to marry one of Duncan’s fiercest rivals, Stephen Prior.   Duncan is enraged because he has been waiting until Kalera had recovered from the death of her husband before he made his move on her.   The idea that he missed the window and that she is marrying a hated rival motivates him to ruthlessly pursue Kalera.   Kalera has no idea that Duncan has these feelings although she did share one lonely night with him long ago that she has tried to repress and forget.

Duncan is described in such a way as to plant him firmly in the metrosexual category. He has   “lean, manicured hands”. At one point he is described as wearing a “velvet jacket cropped like a matador’s, the wide lapels and cuffs stiff with flamboyant gold embroidery.”   He wears an earring, one with an “elongated jet and chased gold teardrop.”   Duncan, in some ways, seems like the dandies of the late 18th Century–all fabulous dress and ferocious masculinity.   You even acknowledge this:

A stud or ring was a fairly ommonplace declaration of modern macho cool, but the wickedly frivolous elegance of that dangling earring made an entirely different statement. It was the sort of exquisite piece of jewellery that a languid Elizabethan fop might have worn-or a modern rock-and-shock star!

The earring scene is brilliant.   It shows Duncan’s anti establishment side, Kalera’s helpless attraction to it, her instinctive resistance, and, of course, the boring staidness of Kalera’s fiance.

Duncan’s force of personality is testosterone laden in spite of his velvet covered body.   Kalera describes him as having a near psychic force of personality.    When Kalera notes that she didn’t know he had his ear pierced, Duncan admits it was recently done:

“For some reason I had this sudden, compelling urge to go out and do something just for the sheer hell of it, something satisfyingly primitive, and preferably masochistic-What prompted urge to go out and do something just for the sheer hell of it, something satisfyingly primitive, and preferably masochistic-What prompted me to feel like that, do think, Kalera?’

Kalera notes that the earring suits him:

The feminine delicacy of the piece presented an exotic contrast to the hard planes of his face and the square jaw shadowed by masculine stubble. But Kalera would die before she admitted it.

Conveniently, the reader then gets Stephen’s opinion and given that Stephen is boring and wrong for Kalera, you instinctively build on the idea that Duncan’s flamboyance is all the more attractive because who the hell wants to agree with Stephen?

“I think it looks freakish,’ said Stephen tightly, the words spilling out from behind his rigid control. “But then it’s typical of you, isn’t it, Duncan? Always some outlandish stunt to draw attention to yourself. You’d better be careful: one day people are going to figure out that you’re more show than substance.’

Duncan pursues Kalera all out, using every weapon at his disposal.   It is all fair to Duncan.   He works Kalera through lunch and late into the night so she cannot see Stephen.   He figures out where Kalera and Stephen might be dining and invites himself to dinner.   At one point, he hijacks Kalera and a part of his staff and takes them to a remote estate with the excuse that his top secret project will be better protected if they work in isolation.

Kalera is no mild mannered miss either.   She pretends to be impervious to his rages, which just feeds Duncan’s temper. The reader knows that Kalera could wind Duncan around her finger if she wished.   There’s signalling from the opening pages of the power that only Kalera has over Duncan (only she isn’t aware of it until later).

What I particularly appreciated was that there is no actual villian in this story. While Stephen might have been boring for Kalera, he was the right man for someone else.   Kalera was a widow and her now deceased husband was honored in every mention, particularly by Duncan. The reveal at the end regarding Duncan and Henry, the former husband, and their relationship was novel and touching.   I can’t remember another like it.

This book is such fun to read and I loved the ending.   I am so glad that it is out in eform so everyone can enjoy it.   B+

Best regards,

Jane

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