Nora Roberts is one of those authors that doesn't make me feel bad about reading "trashy romance novels". She writes fairly well and her lead characters aren't named Sharlot or Rafe. I'm not embarassed to be seen reading one of her books in public (lookin' at you, sweetcheeks). She's... servicable.
The Villa is a big fat beach read, starring Sophia Giambelli, a beautiful twenty-something heiress to one of the country's biggest wine companies, and Tyler MacMillian, the gruff, rough-around-the-edges grandson of Sophia's grandmother's husband, who also happens to own one of the country's other biggest wine companies. La Signora and Eli want to merge the companies and step down, but not without some soap-opera worthy games first: Sohpia and Tyler must learn each other's jobs, and at the end, they'll each wind up with an equal share of the wineries.
It turns out this pisses off more than a few people, including various cousins, her father's fiancee, and some other wine company executives. Love, sex, murder, mayhem, and general shenanigans follow, but Roberts ties it up with a fun bow. It's predictable, but that's what you need when you're laying on your couch, dreaming of warmer weather. Save it for the beach this summer or a rainy weekend with a big bottle of wine.
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