Whenever I read a Catherine Coulter romance, it seems familiar – as though I’ve read it before. The Valcourt Heiress follows the same formula that has brought success to Coulter who churns out at least two books a year – specializing in medieval romance and FBI thrillers.
Her romance formula works well: feisty, beautiful, young heroine with glamorous locks (blond, raven, or red) who is smart, talented, independent, strong-willed, knows how to heal with herbs, and is the exception to the usual simpering, ignorant, compliant type of that era – meets a young, virile, handsome, equally strong-willed hero who is the exception to the brutish clout of the era. She asserts her will; he asserts his. Eventually, the conflict is resolved in bed. Usually, an outside villain tears them apart – she is rescued – and then they live happily ever after.
My favorite part – other than the bed scenes – is the wording. Mayhap we still talked about byblows, used fragrant rushes on the floor, and cursed with “by St. Timothy’s teeth.”
On a rainy day – give me a box of chocolate and a good romance.