Trace of Fever (Men Who Walk the Edge of Honor)
by Lori Foster
(Harlequin Single Title)
Rating: Wall Banger
I usually like Lori Foster’s books, as most of her work would fall in an interesting diversion category; however, Trace of Fever left a big hole in my wall and my wallet.
Please stop reading this review if:
1. You’re a rabid Foster fan.
2. You have Victorian susceptibilities.
Let’s start with the heroine, Priscilla (Priss for short) and her name isn’t the most annoying thing about her. Besides being a virgin who happens to run a porn shop, and has no problem getting naked in front of strangers, she’s so damn stupid she makes Snooki look like a Mensa member.
Trace (the hero) is a prick. As a reader, I’m supposed to fall in love with this macho uber alpha asshole that gets his daily erections by degrading women with his tough talk? I’m supposed to swoon for a hero who makes the heroine spread her legs to frisk her, just so he could humiliate her? Nice guy! Let’s top off the love I’m supposed to feel for the hero when the testosterone for brains Trace makes Priss get a Brazilian wax job because he likes bare hoo-ha’s.
I couldn’t finish this book, so I don’t know if the bad guys get their dues or if horn-dog deflowers the newly waxed idiot girl, fall in love and get married. Well, okay, this is a Lori Foster romance, so of course they bang their way through more than half the book and Idiot Girl forgets that Horn-Dog is a mercenary, man-ho, they fall in love get married and will probably appear in the next book to this series. I won’t be there, but if you are, I’d love to know if Man-Ho and Idiot Girl have babies.