Thursday, August 26, 2010

Danny Tucker For The Win!

Contrary to some people's perceptions, I love to be proven wrong.  I'll even celebrate the occasion!

A while back, I blogged about sex scenes where the characters seem to have shucked their brains along with their clothes.  I know it's crass even to think about this, but it's always bothered me when the hero (it's not always the hero, just most of the time) rips from the heroine's body some pretty, or pretty expensive, piece of clothing.  These scenes bother me for a lot of reasons, not the least of which is the possibility that she really liked that blouse/bra/panties and he just destroyed it.  What's the deal?  She comes out of the sex-induced torpor and actually doesn't care about the clothes and/or the expense of replacing them?

Here's a book I enjoyed:  Erin McCarthy's Heiress for Hire.  Remember that reality show, The Simple Life?  In it, Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie have to spend time on a farm.  The heroine of Heiress for Hire, Amanda Delmar, bears more than a passing resemblance to Paris Hilton -- on the surface.  Underneath the surface, Amanda is just a nice girl starved for her father's affection.

She's in Cuttersville, Ohio as a result of her cousin's romance with a small-town girl (Heiress for Hire is a sequel).  She's planning her return to her aimless life in Chicago when her dad cuts her money off.

Meanwhile, Danny Tucker is a second-generation farmer.  He gets a surprise when someone drops off a 8-year-old daughter Danny didn't know he'd fathered.  That's all you need: Amanda needs some work, Danny needs a nanny, and voila! we have Amanda working on a farm.

I don't think I'm spoiling anything by acknowledging that these two crazy kids get it on.  Here, then is part of the scene that clinched my love & admiration for this book:
Her ankles moved restlessly against the bed.  "Just rip the panties.  Get them off, please."

It was tempting but he hesitated.  "How much did they cost?"

"I don't know!  Maybe a hundred bucks."

No ripping today.  "For something the size of a corn husk?  No, we'll just slide them down, nice and easy."

[Yeah, I left out all the really sexy stuff, because I don't want that "Do you swear you're over 18?  Really?  Pinky swear!?" control on my blog.  But trust me, it's good steamy stuff.]

Now, how hard was that?  It's consistent with their respective characters, it's still sexy (not everybody needs to go 90 m.p.h. to prove how hot they are for each other), and it made me respect Danny all the more.

Danny Tucker, you have restored my faith in romance heroes.

2 comments:

  1. I don't think I've read this book. Do I have it in my TBR pile? Hmm...

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