Reviews for Herederos del Amor

The average rating for Herederos del Amor based on 2 reviews is 1 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2016-08-20 00:00:00 Lucy Leicht I suggest you begin by getting a sheet of paper and an HB pencil because you will need to draw a family tree to figure out the connections between the characters in Kay Thorpe's The Billion Dollar Bride. Then again, it might be a waste of time as why would you pick up this underwhelming, dry, Harlequin starring one of the most annoying heroines of all of HPlandia? Well, here goes the family tree. Family patriarch is an American hotel magnate based in Los Angeles (think the Hilton family). Years ago, his only daughter got pregnant out of wedlock and he forced her to give the baby girl up for adoption. The baby girl is the h. She is adopted by a loving family and they move to England. h's mom subsequently dies in an accident. Family Patriarch's wife (h's grandma) dies a year later. Lonely family patriarch makes ABSOLUTELY NO EFFORT to track down h, the last remaining member of his family, see how she is getting on, if she is doing alright, or even to inform her of the death of her mom and grandma. No, instead he marries a single mom with two kids from a previous marriage, ADOPTS them and lavishes a millionaire lifestyle on them. I repeat: he ADOPTS someone else's kids while he forced his own daughter to put her child for adoption. What. A. Piece. Of. [Fill in the blank. Hint: it rhymes with pshit] The adopted son becomes the H. He is the heir to the family fortune and business and the apple of family patriarch's eye. The adoption included the legal change of H's last name to the patriarch's last name so the patriarch's family name could be carried on. It is even hinted later that had h been born a baby boy as opposed to a girl, family patriarch might not have so ruthlessly turned his own flesh and blood away. Piece. Of. Let's say it together now...remember, it rhymes with Pshit? Anyhow, when h turns 25, she gets a letter from her grandfather, family patriarch, that he is dying and would she please fly to L.A. so he can at least feast his eyes on his only blood granddaughter and obtain her forgiveness so he can die happy. The nerve of that piece. Of. You know the drill... When h arrives in L.A., her grandpa and his wife are warm and welcoming but H and his sister act like she is a gold digging witch intent on guilting her grandpa into some financial arrangements. Which by the way she would be more than entitled to, certainly more than this pair of greedy nincompoops who lived the life that she was supposed to live!!! h had my sympathy up to this point but not for long... Naturally, after family patriarch croaks, the will is read and lo and behold, in true Harlequin fashion, it mandates h and H marry or else say goodbye to the millions. I love marriage of convenience stories and I was looking forward to the fish out of water h and jaded, corrupted by too much wealth and privilege H to butt heads. But this did not happen here. h was a wishy-washy, weak, insecure woman who talked out of both sides of her mouth, could not be honest either with herself or others, and acted like a jealous, bunny-boiling, psycho based on nothing but her own sad and pathetic delusions. She began by sticking her nose down on the vapid, materialistic lifestyle of the L.A. elite, always going on about how she is not interested in her family millions and quite content to go back to her quaint life in England. As soon as the will was read though, she jumped on it, with her rationalization being that no one can walk away from millions. She was initially gung-ho about involving herself in the hotel business but after one boring board meeting, it was like dragging wild horses to get her back to uphold her professional duties, which she soon decided to abandon altogether. She was the one who kept harping on the point that this was nothing but a marriage of convenience and all her and H had in common was a good sex life. Poor H just went along with whatever she was hammering his head with though it was obvious he was smitten with her once his initial assessment of her as a gold digger faded. She was always trying to punish H by withholding sex if he so much as looked at another woman. There was clearly no OW action on the part of H the entire time they were together, it was all in her head. He went for a round of golf. He must be cheating. He went to get a drink at a party. He must have scurried away to a bedroom for a tryst. He got a phone call. Must be his mistress. Etc, etc. She was checking phones, doing investigating, even jumping on a red eye flight to catch him with the imaginary OW at a hotel. Nada! Truly pathetic h and a dismal story overall. I was rooting for H to get away from her because after they said their I Love Yous and decided to make their marriage "real", it was clear he was in for about fifty years of a jealous, irrational woman checking his collar for lipstick every night and threatening to withhold sex as revenge for imaginary sins. :(

Review # 2 was written on 2018-03-16 00:00:00 Heather Vernon Standard Harlequin category romance of the type my grandmother used to read, which unfortunately means that the hero's sheer overwhelming masculinity overpowers the heroine's weak-willed "not tonight dear" - i.e. he starts feeling her up when she tells him to shove off, and then initiates sex. So, basically, rape. There's a lot of comparison of the heroine's natural beauty to all those fake Hollywood makeup-wearing harlots. The heroine consistently refers to her parents (adoptive) by their first names and refers to her birth mother as her "real" mother. Ugh.