This Harlequin, by Yvonne Whittal, has to be one of the worst Harlequin romances I have ever come across. It isn't even worth discussing the plot, poorly contrived that it is, because twice in the book the so-called hero "takes the heroine by force"(he even uses those words. They have kind of a marriage of convenience for the sake of her orphaned niece, but on the wedding night, Anton forces himself upon Laura. No reason, apparently other than it was "his right" or something. Later on, in jealousy, he does it again. Both times it is described in terms that sound like rape. There isn't anything romantic about sex that isn't consensual, it is rape and that's all it is. I'm glad this book is out of print. It should stay that way. The copy I got is going right into the trash where it belongs. I believe that I have read some Yvonne Whittal Harlequins in the past, that weren't like this one but I wouldn't buy any more of her books after reading this one.