Ebook: Louisiana Heat by Dominique Adair

So here’s how I imagine Dominique Adair’s thought process went:

“Hmmm. I like those stories where the heroine pretends she’s really a highborn lady instead of a serving maid and the hero falls for her anyway and they live happily ever after. But I want my own twist on it. Let’s see. Oh, I know. I’ll have the hero pretend to be someone else. That’ll be entertaining and the readers will love it.”

Except, well, the reader in question did not love it.

Kay is a successful art dealer in Atlanta. We know that she is secretly a submissive because Adair tells us this fact. A lot. She even has a tattoo of handcuffs on her thigh.

David Hunter is an artist who decided, after meeting Kay at her gallery for the first time, that he wanted to drag her off to his cave. So he’s surprised to see her at his cousin Remy’s party in the small Louisiana town where they both grew up. Apparently, Remy, whose last name, I kid you not, is DeLaughter, has been flirting with half a dozen women online. He’s therefore not at the party where he’s supposed to meet all these chicks, having decided to randomly elope with someone else entirely.

OK, so Kay shows up at Remy’s party, and David realizes she’s yet another of Remy’s conquests, so he gets her alone, pretends to be Remy, and they do what characters do in erotic romances.

Needless to say, this book did not work for me. At all. I tried suspending my disbelief that two obviously intelligent people (the author does make it clear they’re both bright) would act like such complete and utter morons. It didn’t work. There’s no reason in the world David and Ky couldn’t have gotten together without David lying to her, and Kay should have figured out she was being lied to a lot more quickly than she, in fact, did. D- for this one.