When Angels Fall by Meagan McKinney

Redonk Nutshell: Tortured hero returns to terrorize his flame from the past

Oh man lookit this cover. Classic! I hereby deem this my first Retro Reads post featuring a romance book published in decades gone by.  Why the hell didn’t I think of doing this sooner? Why, I ask you?

Ivan Tramore has a chip on his shoulder and now that he’s the newly christened Marquis of Powerscourt he intends to go back to his country home and make those who made his life hell regret their very existence. Included in this group is the beautiful Elizabeth Alcester, a formerly entitled woman who has fallen on hard times.  Barely making ends meet, Lissa is determined to marry so she can fully support her younger sister and brother.  When news of the return of her childhood crush reaches her ears, she panics. Why, you ask? Because she knows he has a viscous streak, and she knows she’s more than likely on his sh*t list.

The majority of this book is a constant black (typo and its stays)-and-forth between Ivan and Lissa: I want you but you hate me.  I hate you yet I lust for you. I’m not worthy of love.  This book is so unbelievably frustrating I wanted to tear my hair out.  My poor bald spot.  Ivan is such a looming, Gothic monstrosity of a character that its obvious he’s got some redemption coming his way – please god please – and Lissa is the one that is destined to deliver it.  The problem is that Lissa is more or less like a fart in the wind: poof and she’s dissolved.  When she finally does grow a pair she nearly castrates herself in her doubt of Ivan’s redemption, which completely undermines the whole book, no? No?!

Oye.  The hubs can attest to the amount of times he caught the twisted expression on my face while reading this book, a countenance of intrigue and disbelief.  I finished When Angels Fall because I wanted to see these two get their crap in order, and they Just. Barely.  I’d categorize this as a Gothic read, what with the dark and controlling hero and his old castle.  And our pushover heroine.   But the only ghosts in this story is the righteous indignation carried on its characters shoulders from by-gone days.  Regardless, I’m glad I read this.  It was fun, in it’s own “oh NO they di’nt!” kind of way.

When Angels Fall by Meagan McKinney, 432 pgs, 1/1/90

Rating: C-

Romance: 2/5                Raunch: 2/5

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2 comments

  1. This was one of my first romance novels. I read it the Summer of 1991 when I was 12 years old. I was so in love with Ivan, and will forever remember “a crystal snood” which I have yet to be able to use in a real life sentence. Shame we don’t wear snoods anymore…
    Snood.

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