Secret Vows by Mary Reed McCall

Posted by Mrs Giggles on September 25, 2001 in 3 Oogies, Book Reviews, Genre: Historical

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Secret Vows by Mary Reed McCall
Secret Vows by Mary Reed McCall

Avon, $5.99, ISBN 0-380-81785-3
Historical Romance, 2001

Secret Vows by Mary Reed McCallSecret Vows by Mary Reed McCallSecret Vows by Mary Reed McCall

In the prologue of Secret Vows, I get a first person account of heroine Catherine of Somerset’s tale of woe. (The rest of the story is in third person point of view.) Oh, the poor woman has to endure a horrible father, her butt-ugly luscious lips and dark, non-blonde hair and willowy flaxen supermodel height and oh, her nasty marriage, poor, poor woman! And now her children are being held hostage by her singularly evil brother-in-law Eduard who not only beats her, he also wants her to pose as the new wife of Grayson de Camville, as an accomplice for his murder!

I am shocked. No woman should deserve this nasty fate. “Poor Cathy,” I scream in horror, “you are a cliché, you poor, poor thing!”

Naturally, Grayson is stunned by his new butt-ugly bride who is as tall as a supermodel, or maybe the term is “statuesque”. And those hideous succulent lips! Those horrible buxom boobies! Those disgustingly odious abundant curves. What a nightmare, huh?

But Grayson is a superstar knight in shining demigod armor. He woos her, he flatters her, and he carefully sets her up on the highest pedestal. She is a woman, she is a goddess, she is enchante, magnifique! But Cathy, she pleads, nay, nay, she has no self-confidence! She is ugly! She is helpless!

“There, there, my medieval ma’belle,” Grayson would say, “let me teach you to regain your self-esteem. Here, touch my sword, hold the hilt tightly, ma’belle, and trust me, a healthy lesson of swordplay will improve your self-esteem!”

“But what about Eduard! Oh, Grayson, I can’t tell you the truth! Oh, Grayson, save me! Protect me!”

“Ma’belle, let me! I adore you! I worship you! Let me get on my knees and serenade ye with my rendition of the sweetest of love songs!”

Okay, there’s no singing. But Grayson adores Cathy, and puts her through a self-esteem crash course you will have to fork out a fortune for nowadays. There’s no big misunderstandings, no cruel knights (except for the villain), no bad writing, nothing.

Only, only, meh. This is strictly a rescue fantasy. Some readers believe romance and rescue fantasies are synonymous of course, but me, while it’s nice that Grayson is such a sensitive and noble man, I wish Catherine isn’t always so in need of reassurance, rescuing, and pampering. It’s not that fun, you know, to read about helpless damsels-in-distress who resemble a particular species of poison ivy sometimes.

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