When Miss Bates needs to restore her faith in the romance genre, she’ll read Lynne Graham. First, her buddy over at Shallowreader loves Graham and that’s an ironclad rec and Miss Bates’ last (and first!) Graham read resulted in a precious keeper of delight. Delight is key to Graham’s accomplishment: she delights Miss Bates, surprises her, makes her smile, and upends her moues of romance-reading disapproval. Graham’s latest, The Billionaire’s Bridal Bargain, vies with Morgan’s Playing By the Greek’s Rules as HP extraordinaire this year! Damn, but these two ladies can write romance. They can write it because they love it, believe in the story it has to tell of two people finding understanding and recognition of their essential selves in the other. But, the romance narrative’s thematic gravitas is couched in the garments of delight. Graham’s The Billionaire’s Bridal Bargain is the contemporary marriage-of-convenience romance between billionaire Cesare Sabatino and Yorkshire farmer Lizzie Whittaker. As Miss Bates said in a recent review, contemporary marriage-of-convenience is hard to pull off, as evidenced by Celmer’s failure. Celmer’s More Than A Convenient Bride strives for verisimilitude … ack, wrong, realized Miss Bates when she read Graham’s Bridal Bargain. For contemporary marriage-of-convenience to work, it is best left to the fantasy-ridden HP, where the reader expects billionaires, babies, and make-overs … what’s a little MoC to that?
Graham sets her marriage-of-convenience narrative around a convoluted will involving the hero’s and heroine’s families: where dirt-poor farm girl struggling to keep the family farm makes a deal with Cesare’s desire to bring his beloved grandmother, Athene, to her isle of birth, Lionos in the Aegean. Heroine Lizzie is key to Cesare making his grandmother’s dream come true. Lizzy inherited the island through some medieval act of vendetta on an ancestor’s part. Cesare offers the near-bankrupt Lizzy a deal: marry him, a condition stipulated in the will, and he may be able to buy the island from her … except there’s one hitch, only if they have a baby. Otherwise, he can at least, by marrying Lizzy, bypass the stipulation that doesn’t allow him onto the island. In exchange, Lizzy can help save her family, take care of her difficult father, keep her beloved baby sister in university, and ensure the farm animals’ well-being. This will is byzantine and bewildering, but it’s outlandish premises makes the marriage of convenience, an equally bizarre occurrence in contemporary romance, part of the HP’s many outlandish aspects. Moreover, there’s an otherworldly quality to Lizzy and Cesare’s worlds: Lizzy’s “cold comfort [Yorkshire] farm,” Cesare’s dreamy Tuscan villa, and uninhabited Lianos’ idyllic country house. These settings and the absence, in the characters’ lives, of post-modernity’s paraphernalia (maybe there’s a cell phone, jet plane, and “disco,” ‘member those?) move the marriage-of-convenience into reader’s suspension of disbelief, into “of course” territory, displacing it from “really?“
Essential to Graham’s triumph in The Billionaire’s Bridal Bargain is Cesare and Lizzie’s vibrancy. Everything else can be zany and unlikely, but a romance reader doesn’t care as long as the protagonists come alive. One of the ways Graham executes this character dynamism is through some wonderful details, whether of personality, or appearance. Miss Bates loved Graham’s description of Cesare’s eyelashes (long and silky to contrast with his alpha-man “tall, dark, and handsome”) being “as long as fly swats”! Above all, though, Miss Bates thought Graham masterfully portrayed mundane couple fighting. Yes, Cesare’s a sex-god billionaire and Lizzie has emerald-green eyes and a heart-shaped face, but they’re still stuck in the age-old quandary of every new relationship: the hots are there, the interest, the attachment, but the friendship and affection have to be worked out in good old-fashioned fighting and yelling. We are introduced to love-breeding volatility early in their relationship, with Cesare’s presence on Lizzie’s farm. He stupidly lands his, yes, helicopter near her sheep, sending them scattering, her beloved dog, Archie, in pursuit soon trampled and injured. She is furious and tells Cesare so in a scene of comic brilliance and doggy-injury pathos:
She blinked in fleeting bewilderment and then headed towards Cesare in a sudden movement, rage boiling up through the cracks of anxiety and concern for her dog and her flock. “You’re the bloody idiot who let a helicopter land in a field full of stock?” she raked at him incredulously.
In all his life, nobody had ever addressed Cesare with such insolence. A faint frown line etched between his ebony brows, he stared at her as if he couldn’t quite believe his ears. Indeed he was much more concerned with the reality that, in spite of her awareness of his visit, he bride-to-be still looked as though she has strayed in from a hostel for the homeless. A streak of dirt marred one cheekbone and her clothes were caked in mud and displaying damp patches. But when he glanced higher and saw the luminous colour in her cheeks that accentuated her hazel-green eyes and the contrast of that tumbling mane of admittedly messy white-blonde hair, he registered in some astonishment that even had she been wearing a bin liner it would not have dampened her physical appeal on his terms. His usual high standards, it seemed, were slipping. “What’s the problem?” Cesare enquired with perfect cool, reasoning that some sort of cultural misunderstanding could have provoked her sudden aggressive outburst.
“The problem is … “
“Don’t shout at me,” Cesare sliced in softly. “I am not hard of hearing.” [Later, as Cesare sits in an ancient Land Rover holding the injured Archie, Lizzie driving with frightening kamikaze manoeuvres, he thinks] … he had been sent to Yorkshire to suffer.
Other than the sheer fun and funni-ness of the scene, it sets up the hero’s fall for the heroine. Graham’s heroines are wonderful in their kindness and sangfroid, their love for animals and everything weak and vulnerable. Their other quality is a certain innocent self-possession (the only equivalent Miss Bates can think of is some early Garwood historicals). The beauty of this scene also lies in the hero’s befuddlement; it stands in for how the heroine will rock/change his world: with his attraction to her, yes, but in turn, by introducing him to the joys of love. The hero’s capacity is incipient in him, witness his eventual care for the dog as he careens in the jalopy on the way to the vet, but it needs the heroine to bring it out in him. The yelling on her part is utterly charming: Miss Bates loved it. It proved the heroine’s indifference to the hero’s power, money, influence, and sheer size, Tweety to his Sylvester. Though in comic mode, Cesare’s “suffering” is the means to his transformation. An introvert, whose primary way of understanding the world is what he prides as logic and reason, will confront love’s illogic as embodied in Lizzie … and Archie.
Graham continues in this marvelous vein: Lizzie’s defiant stance for love debating Cesare’s attempt to assert reason. Cesare’s initial comic realization of his Yorkshirean “suffering” is his encounter with the heart he’s ignored, a heart eventually beating with love for Lizzie and Archie. Lizzie and Cesare’s journey to love, understanding, companionship, and family is wonderful. Cesare’s “suffering” along the way (including a hilarious drunk Lizzie scene and Machiavellian strategizing for Lizzie’s attention and love involving Archie and roast chicken) is what makes this romance narrative. Miss Austen says “there is no charm equal to tenderness of heart,” Emma.
Lynne Graham’s The Billionaire’s Bridal Bargain was released, by Harlequin, on March 17th, and is still there, waiting for you, in “e” and paper, at your preferred vendors. Miss Bates is grateful to Harlequin for an e-ARC, via Netgalley.
11 thoughts on “Lynne Graham’s THE BILLIONAIRE’S BRIDAL BARGAIN And The Power of Yelling”
This sounds great. I’m definitely going to read this one. Thanks!
It’s a sheer delight: I hope you enjoy it!
Adding to Mt. TBR. I mean how can I resist after the Tweety & Sylvester reference? 🙂 Plus this is an HP writer I’ve wanted to try and it sounds like a good place to start a potential glom.
Oh my gosh! You’re going to love this: it’s so tongue-in-cheek funny and yet so poignant. Graham’s characters wear their pain lightly. It’s angst done right: no whinging! I loved Tweety and da “poody-cat” …
Once again, you nailed the review! I love your insights, Miss B. And I love that we used the same quote 😀
I do love that you refer to the “fantasy-ridden HP” and their “otherworldly” sense. I actually think that HPs are the best (and perhaps the only regular) form of absurdist fiction being written.
Yes, I was tickled pink we used the same quote … That is a great insight about absurdist fiction, under-appreciated absurbist fiction that can be read on so many levels.
“Their other quality is a certain innocent self-possession (the only equivalent Miss Bates can think of is some early Garwood historicals).”
I think some of Betty Neels’ heroines hit this note too.
I’ve just read the sequel to this one (featuring Lizzie’s younger sister). It’s a sheikh and secret babies and Big Mis story which I didn’t like as much.
Yes, that is true about Neels! Especially in her regal nurse figures, even the waifs have a kind of solid moral core. I’m sorry you didn’t enjoy the sequel 😦
Among HP’s, Graham is an auto read for me. I’ve read and reread a couple dozen of her waifs and Italian, Greek and Spanish billionaires. Her heroines, despite their travails, all stand up for themselves. Love the animals too! I recall one where the hero has to babysit the heroine’s pet rabbit, which proceeds to chew up stuff in the hero’s fancy apartment, and it was great because he needed to suffer.(the hero, not the rabbit)
This is of what I’m convinced too: Graham is one of the great rom-category writers! Her “waifs’ are waifish in size but not in chutzpah and her billionaires often undermine the alpha stereotype. She’s a great comic writer and still manages the pathos that is essential to great romance. The animals’ comic relief is a hoot and Archie will NOT disappoint you here. XD
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