Rating: WARTY!
This novel creeped me out. It was bad enough that the story was unbelievably stupid and amateurish, but the sleazy voice of the male narrator (Richard Ferrone) - while it definitely fit the low-life main male character Deke (pronounced "Dick") - was completely inappropriate to the story. This was originally published in 1984 (that ought to tell you something!) and was re-published on April 1st, 2005 (that ought to tell you something, too!).
Wilting violet wet-rag Laney McLeod gets stuck briefly in an elevator with stalker, control-freak, sleaze-bag Deke Sargent. He should have been named Drill Sergeant because all he wants to do is own and punish her privates, and she lets him! The author sees not a single thing wrong with this. When the lights go briefly out, Dick moves in on Laney and starts talking off her coat and she has no problem with this jerk manhandling her without warning or permission, in a confined space where she can't escape, and in the dark.
Afterwards, and evidently overcome with a severe bout of Stockholm syndrome, Laney goes back to his place as soon as the elevator starts working and they spend the night together going at it like bunnies. She gets pregnant and runs like a chicken instead of telling him. He tracks her down and claims he's her husband and moves in on her and in with her, controlling her every thought and deed. And this is a romance? HORSE SHIT!
This dreck would be shame-worthy had it been written by a male author or as fan fiction, but for a female author to publish appalling trash like this, call it Words of Silk and do this not only once, but to republish it and dishonestly pretend it's romance is disgusting. Sandra Brown should be thoroughly ashamed of herself. I'm boycotting her.
