What Lies Beneath by Anne Stuart, Joanna Wayne, and Caroline Burnes

Posted by Mrs Giggles on September 28, 2002 in 2 Oogies, Book Reviews, Genre: Crime & Suspense

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What Lies Beneath by Anne Stuart, Joanna Wayne, and Caroline Burnes
What Lies Beneath by Anne Stuart, Joanna Wayne, and Caroline Burnes

Harlequin, $6.50, ISBN 0-373-83531-0
Romantic Suspense, 2002


Everyone’s passing off their stories as “romantic suspense” today, it seems like. If it’s not a story of poverty-stricken small-town single ya-ya mothers moaning about the boyfriend that impregnated them and left them ten years ago, then it’s a “romantic suspense”.

The stories in this anthology are perfect examples of trivial exercises in labelling. Gold’s still gold and turd’s still turd no matter what you call them, right? In this case What Lies Beneath are semi-suspenseful semi-romantic tales that end up undercooked and unsatisfying.

Anne Stuart sends English professor Molly Ferrell to the small town Hidden Harbor in The Road To Hidden Harbor, to solve the mystery of a poet that died too early at his peak… or did he? Naturally, the hero is one surly sourpuss who growls at her to stay away, rally the troops to make her life difficult, but somehow she has the temerity to tell me that she loves him. Why? How? Anne Stuart doesn’t even suggest drug addiction as a possibility.

Oh, and the hero’s secret? A no-brainer. I guessed it the minute I read the synopsis at the back cover. File this under”Waste of time!”

Joanna Wayne follows with Remember Me. I don’t like this story when it was called Sleeping with the Enemy. Badly battered wife ends up in hospital under the care of her old-boyfriend who is so much better, so much nicer, so much more… Catherine Anderson-ish, actually. Why does the stupid woman stays with her husband so long? Why is this story such a shameless piece of manipulative rescue fantasy? The heroine here wouldn’t know how to get out of a burning house even if you break down three out of four walls and use surround sound amphitheatre systems to yell at her to get out or else.

File this under “Waste of time!”, right below Anne Stuart’s story.

Caroline Burnes’s Primal Fear is a strange amalgamation of Jaws and… uh, something. Libby Phillips is a marine biologist investigating what seems like shark attacks at a Florida beach when she encounters two men. One is surly, spies on her from afar, and acts like a grouchy, dyspeptic asshole when he’s around her. Another is a polite and gallant man who listens to our heroine when she expresses an opinion.

One is the hero, one is the villain. I’ll let you guess which is which.

This one is easily the best of the three, if only because the plot is nothing like the lifeless retreads like the other two stories. But when the author has to make the nice guy a complete wacko just to make her hero come off smelling like roses, I say she has lost the plot somewhere around page fifteen of her story.

All three stories here fail to balance relationship development even within the constraints of the short story format. “I love you!” comes out of the blue, and none of the couple here convince me that they will last beyond the last page of the novella. Except maybe the couple in Joanna Wayne’s story: the heroine will probably cling to the hero like an ivy until all life is sucked out of him by that brainless female charisma vampire of a heroine.

Either way, I’ll just file this whole anthology under “Sure? Are you sure? Really, really sure?”

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