Remember
Sweet Savage Love? In the 70s, Rosemary Rogers created her own subgenre of romance by introducing hard-core sex scenes combined with I-love-to-hate-you-style interaction between the hero and heroine, along with rape and degredation, which the heroine suffers through via the hero.
It's the kind of book you either love or hate. I reread SSL last year after I taught a romance reader's advisory class for our staff. I couldn't remember why this book was such a big deal so I picked it up again, years after I stole it from my mother to read when I was in high school. Reading it was hard to do-- the rape and degredation of the heroine was difficult to sit through. And seriously, those people got around-- there was sex with just about everyone they encountered. So when I saw that Rosemary Rogers had recently written another romance title,
Sapphire, I wondered if she'd given up on that whole scene. It may have been her bread and butter in the 70s, but those kind of books seem to be fairly un-politically correct currently. So I picked up her new one and settled down for a read.
Turns out, there was no actual rape, although there were a few sex scenes that were deliberately rough and hurried. There was some degredation, but not as bad as in the older books. The historical novel's eponymous heroine makes her way to London to claim her father's title and become part of society after a confusing upbringing in Martinique. There she encounters not her father, an Earl, but his new heir, an American who refuses to believe her when she insists she is the daughter of the orginal earl. He believes she is lying to get money from him, even though she insists she is not doing anything but clearing her mother's name and making a place for herself in Society. Because she's clearly manipulating him, in his opinon, he take pleasure in finding ways to embarrass and humiliate her in public. When he inadvertently rescues her from a would-be gentleman rapist (before the rapist gets very far with her), instead of feeling even a little sorry for her (since he's fully aware she's been assaulted), he chooses to kidnap her, take her to America, and force her to be his mistress. Naturally.
Honestly, none of the story makes a whole lot of sense. The whole setup of the book is an excuse to have him be mean to her and have to suck it up in the end when he realizes he can't live without her. He forces her to be his maid when she refuses to be his mistress (she'll be married, like a woman of her station deserves, by gum, or she'll be nothing at all) and weirdly enough, she ends up running away from him and becoming A) a man, and B) a winning jockey.
I'd say this is a book that may appeal to burgeoning dominants or submissives that like reading about contrived humiliating circumstances. (ha! As if there isn't specialty erotica out there to satisfy them already.) Or, for people who like really graphic sex scenes. Because there's plenty of that, too. If you are looking for plot, historical details, or interesting unusual characters-- don't bother. I wish that Rosemary had gotten further away from the "let's punish the heroine even though she hasn't done anything to deserve it" routine and stuck to erotic sex scenes.