She was a late bloomer and while the h never said that her sex life was bad before the H, she did say that the H was the best she'd ever had. He's famous and has enjoyed lots of women over the years. However, I didn't like to the imbalance between the MCs. She was responsible and never asked the H to pay for anything for her. And she actually used her brain and kept her libido in check. Thank goodness she had a love life in the interim.
She didn't succumb to the H right away and she didn't pine for the H for over a decade. The h was strong in the beginning and I liked that. This is certainly the case here, but James did a decent job of convincing me that the H was all about the h. All in all, I find manhos unappealing and unconvincing as they've had certain behaviours ingrained in them that have to be hard to override.
All the times he thought about what he wanted to do with the h, and how he knew she would react a certain way, just drove home the point that he's done all of that before and knew the responses that it would have elicited. There are lots of mentions of how he preferred blondes, all the pictures in the media with him and a different blonde on his arm each time, and all the things that he did with the h that were new for her but clearly weren't new for him. I liked him, but he came across as a bit of a manho before he met the h. He did right by his family and adopted a kitten. I've read this book before and I think it was a book by this author, or I could just be confusing two books of hers and running them together in my mind. It's not a bad formula: stoic rugby player with a heart of gold and a struggling free spirit h. However, I'm feeling a little bit all over the place about this story so if I ramble and bumble my way through this review, please forgive me. I always enjoy Rosalind James' writing and this book was no different.
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