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Where there's a will. . .
When pretty hairdresser Delaney Shaw returned home to Truly, Idaho, for the reading of her stepfather's will, she planned on paying her respects and getting out of town. But it seems the will has some unexpected stipulations-like the one that says if Delaney wants her inheritance she needs to stay put and have nothing to do with sexy Nick Allegrezza. . .for an entire year!
There's no way
Ten years ago, Nick had swept Delaney off her feet and onto his Harley, and that's when she really let down her Hair! Back then, he was a love-'em-and-leave-'em man, and Delaney learned the hard way that she was just a fling. But Nick is as irresistible as ever. And when the ladies at Tuesday night Bingo see Nick and Delaney making after-hours whoopee through the window of a local beauty parlor, Delaney knows it's time to decide if Nick is truly, madly the man of her heart.
Starting a book with a racist old man talking about wetbacks is a bold way to start a book that never really addresses it.
I realize this was written in ’99 but I remember it not being okay to be racist in 1999 so.
The book begins with Delaney’s grandfather being a racist old man reflecting on his racist old life. I get that he’s like that on purpose. I don’t have a problem with that, because he’s meant to be the villain of the piece and he’s the reason the hero/heroine never were able to get together. The story is about how the two main characters, his son and his stepdaughter, can split his inheritance if they can stay away from each other. My point is that I get why he was a racist old coot. My complaint is that it seems it carries over into the book and throughout but is never actually addressed. At no point does anyone say that it’s wrong. When that racism is the driving force behind the plot, maybe it ought to be addressed at some point.
I almost DNF’d the book. But I read in a review that the ending had a great “grand gesture” scene. Folks, it does not. If anything, the ending made me like the hero/heroine even less. They were jerks. No one wants to read a romance about jerks that isn’t even romantic.
I didn’t care for pretty much any of the characters, and I’m beginning to think it’s the author, not me. I haven’t really cared for her books, so I’m done trying.
***Review copy via Avon Books