Summarize the worst romance novel you've read (spoilers, mockery)

“The Heir,” by Catherine Coulter, is the worst romance novel I’ve ever read. And read the whole thing out of sheer lack of anything else new to read.

Fellow Dopers, admit to reading romance sometimes, and weigh in with the gory details of the worst you’ve read.

**The heroine:**Arabella, daughter of the Earl of Strafford. She has a half-sister by the earl’s first wife.

**The hero:**Justin, Earl’s heir.

**How they meet:**Arabella’s father has died, and the book opens on the day his will is to be read. She’s mourning her dad, and runs across Justin lounging by a pond. She mistakes him for a bastard of her father. Meaning, she spends a significant amount of the opening thinking he’s her half-brother. Now that’s hot.

Her father’s will then announces that this is his great nephew, making him her second cousin, and plus also Arabella must marry Justin within the week or become homeless when he assumes the title. Justin must marry her or not inheret the main estate. They agree to marry after tedious and often physically violent arguments.

The big sex scene: Just before the wedding, Justin sees Arabella coming out of the barn, then a French compte coming out of the barn a little while later. Naturally, he assumes they had sex. He seethes. They get married. On the wedding night, he calls Arabella a bitch, a slut, a whore, tears off her nightgown and rapes her. This rape scene is described in a whole shitload more loving detail than any of the subsequent fucking, which is mainly between Arabella’s mom and the physician.

How it all goes horribly, horribly wrong: This is an actual, for-real quote:

You can see where this is going. She asks him why he’s being mean. He won’t tell her. He discovers she’s a virgin in the classic way, and then says that only means she had anal sex or gave the compte a blowjob. Seriously.

**Icky other (miscellaneous notes of interest):**In a flashback, Arabella’s mom falls in love with the physician while she’s giving birth to Arabella. This is also the moment he fell in love with her.

Also, the half-sister (Elspeth) falls in love and has an affair with – losing her virginity to – the compte mentioned earlier. She thinks they’re first cousins. He is later to be revealed to be her half-brother. She never learns this, though; all the other principle characters do. The compte dumps her brutally and leaves.

**In conclusion:**Arabella forgives and falls in love with her rapist husband for no discernible reason than the author’s hurry to get it over with. The mom and physician get married. Elspeth randomly hooks up with some other guy. The end.

Ugh.

Well, there’s no way I’m going to top that! The worst romance novel I’ve ever read was a Christian romance novel. A friend gave it to me, so I felt like I had to at least look at it. Then I had to finish reading it, just to see if it was bad enough to be entertaining. It wasn’t…it was just bad.

It was bad for so many reasons…really stupid plot (former prosecutor in the witness protection program, crazy criminal trying to burn her up), boring characters, and then there was the whole Christian thing. See, they’re Christians, so they have to wait until they’re married, so there are no naughty bits. There’s just no point without the naughty bits.

but she really did have butseks with that compte, right??

Many years ago, my parents possessed an entire series of books set on the Oregon Trail. They were all titled Missouri! and Wyoming! and Kansas! and various other states with exclamation points. I was about 12 or 13, I think, and I read every cheesy one of those damn books.

Among other things, I remember one of the female characters being so obnoxious that one of the male characters eventually spanks her, after which she of course falls in love with him.

Another female character is kidnapped by Indians and forced into prostitution, until the other members of the wagon train ransom her with a white buffalo skin. The same character later falls ill and ends up with a limp, the leader of the wagon train feels sorry for her and marries her but won’t have sex with her until she effectively tells him, “I’m your woman now, I want you to do whatever you want with me!”

I don’t remember any overt sex in any of these books, but they weren’t very flattering to women.

Oooh, the best worst one I ever read, though, (and I can’t remember the title), was about a City Girl who is traveling to the hinterlands to meet up with her City Boy fiance, who had come out earlier to meet up with his Country Brother and go over some business matters. Country Brother ended up driving to town (a journey of a week or so) to pick up City Girl because City Boy got sick or something.

So they’re on their way back, and City Girl is horrified at this rough, uncouth, uncivilized escort of hers. About a day into the journey she develops a boil on her ass. (Romantic, no?) She and Country Boy end up staying in an abandoned cabin for a few days while he keeps a hot compress on her ass trying to get this boil to come to a head so he can lance it. There’s a long description of him lovingly contrasting the inflamed boil with the soft ass skin surrounding it.

So they fall in love and after the oozing stops they have lots of sex involving phrases like “throbbing manhood” and “velvet butterfly”, and then they head home wracked with guilt because she’s his brother’s fiance.

Meanwhile, in the sequel (I swear to gods) City Boy has having lots of manhood-and-butterfly sex with Country Brother’s girl back at the ranch. They hook up after he gets his butt kicked by a bunch of lumberjacks, which he totally deserved, because you can’t strike a Marquis de Queensbury pose and announce “I’m familiar with the art of fisticuffs!” in front of a bunch of lumberjacks and not expect to get your butt kicked. But Country Brother’s girl nurses him back to health (in a velvet butterfly sort of way), and after two books everybody’s happy.

There for a while my Mom was a member of one of those Romance Novel of the Month clubs that sent a free wine glass with every order. I think I read all of them, but fortunately I don’t remember much.

I don’t know if it was strictly a romance novel, and I don’t remember what it was called or anything…

But it was about a bunch of ultra-orthodox Jews.

Seriously.

The scene I remember best was when she was set to meet the guy her parents were proposing for an arranged marriage. She came down the stairs and saw him–it was love at first sight. She was saying things like “His beard was so full” and “his payess were so long and curly!!”

Let’s just say I couldn’t really relate.

I hear there is a whole genre of Amish Romance novels, too.

I honestly have never read a straight-out romance novel. But The Valley of Horses comes close.
Setting: Paleolithic Russia.
Characters: Ayla (chick), Jondolar (dude).
Rationale: Ayla-kicked out of tribe. Jondolar-walkabout type adulthood thing.
Angst: Ayla-hot 17 year-old blonde, thinks she’s ugly ‘cause former tribe was Neanderthals who had different ideas about beauty, misses kid she had. Jondolar-hot 21 year-old blond, is depressed because his brother died and he’ll never find true love because his penis is too large to have full-penetration intercourse. You read that last part right.
Plot: These two meet under tragic circumstances, dance around misunderstanding each others’ insecurities for a good long while.
Result: SCORE! Their neuroses complement each other, they have hot sex (but nothing kinky) without fear since they don’t know where babies come from. Ayla can “take” Jondolar due to her earlier pregnancy, general studliness. Jondolar can relax around Ayla, ‘cause she doesn’t know to swoon over his good looks, general studliness.
End: The two ride off into the sunset to explore the world, each others’ pants.

You forgot the part where Ayla invents the blowjob.

I don’t read romance novels for pleasure, but the first dozen or so fiction works I ever copyedited were time travel romances. I suppose you romance fans are familiar with the genre: Modern cheeky heroine wishes for a simpler time, hits her head on a rock or accidentally rubs the magic lamp or whatever, ends up in the 1800s and meets a hunk from the past. Blah blah blah and she either magically brings him to the present or gives up her modern life to stay with him.

When the client described the first one to me, I thought she was kidding.

Believe me, there are.

As a book reviewer, I read all kinds of books that I would not ordinarily read in genres ranging from science fiction to poetry to sports. I get one or two Amish romances every year. Now and then, they aren’t too bad (*Dark Angel * by Karen Harper being one of the better).

A few weeks ago I got a gay romance to read. I don’t have it with me, but I can get it back tonight, and I will, because there are some real lulus of sentences in there. And I don’t mean the sex parts, because those are about the only halfway readable parts in the book.

Even the press release was painful.

I’ll be back later . . .

I don’t read a lot of romance novels - I used to pick up a few every year for finals, though. The one that sticks in my mind was called, IIRC, Truly, Madly, Viking. There was a talking, time-travelling whale that bore this Viking dude into the modern world and to a woman who needed some lovin’. Along the way he helps out a bunch of traumatized Vietnam vets, I think. Then at the end he goes to a living history museum and meets his brother, who evidently in the first book (I know, there’s more than one!) also time travelled, presumably with the whale. So it all ended happily ever after with a family reunion.

Yeah, Catherine Coulter…she needs a rape in just about every one of her historical novels. Cause most women fall in love with their rapist, doncha know…

Another great one is A Pirate’s Love by Johanna Lindsey.

The Plot:
Bettina is on her way to an arranged marriage and her ship is captured by pirates. The lead pirate, Tristan, rapes her. He is kind enough to make her drink some wine beforehand. Bettina’s reaction to the rape is something like, “It hurt at first, but then it started to feel good.” :rolleyes: Why I didn’t throw the book across the room at that point, I don’t know.

So anyway, he rapes her repeatedly over the course of several weeks, and doesn’t get why she still tries to resist him. The she escapes from him and finds her fiance. Of course, the fiance doesn’t want her now that she is damaged goods, but secretly plans to make her his mistress.

But Tristan comes back and captures her again! He has fallen in love with her, cause she is so sassy after being raped repeatedly. She is pregnant, and he doesn’t know wether the baby is his or the fiance’s. But he eavesdrops on a conversation she has with her mother (who advises her to go along with her former rapist, cause he’ll do whats best for her) and finds out that she never slept with the fiance.

Then, he says this when defending his actions…

Doesn’t that just make you melt? :rolleyes: She, of course, professes her love for him while in labor, and the novel ends with the birth of their son. Great. Love by Stockholm Syndrome…

This is my favorite.

Great thread.

When I was a kid, I realized that if I could just learn to enjoy Harlequin romance novels, I’d be set for life, since Grandma owned a shit ton of 'em. Unfortunately, I never could get past the general ridiculousness. I appreciate y’all summarizing the funny stuff for me.

I read one – I forget the title – where an Earth girl gets kidnapped and goes to a planet full of rough and hardy men who don’t know how to take “no” for an answer. At first she’s horrified and repulsed by them, but eventually she falls for one of them, and is reconciled to all the rough and hardy sex and secretly learns to love it. He, still unable to admit it publicly because he’s so rough and hardy, secretly loves her. They live happily, albeit rough and hardily and secretively, ever after.

Ooh, yes. That was possibly the first romance novel I ever read. Either that one or another by the same author, The Captive Bride.

Beautiful and willful (naturally) Christina runs off to the Arabian desert for adventure after turning down this guy, Phillip, who had wanted to marry her a few minutes after he laid eyes on her and declared he was never getting married. Ah, but then it turns out that Phillip is secretly Sheik Abu!!! I can’t remember much about the plot beyond the fact that he kidnaps her and rapes her. At one point I think she’s kidnapped by somebody else and they leave the poor, poor English blonde out in the sun so she gets a nasty sunburn, and then Sheik Abu has to take care of her. I’m sure there were all sorts of hilarious absurdities in it, but I can’t recall any now, aside from the fact that his frickin’ name is Abu. The author essentially name her hero “Sheik Father of.”

Somewhere, I have a really funny book report I wrote on A Pirates Love, too.

Was that by Anne McCaffery, Evil?

::groan::
I can’t believe I’m about to admit this but… I know that book really well. I must have read it 20 times when I was 13 or so. It’s the other way around - Philip is left in the sun to die but then rescued and she has to nurse him back to health and then she realizes she loves him and then escapes and goes back to England. There is a patently absurd coincidence where she, as an unmarried pregnant harlot, goes to a FOAF’s estate to give birth in private and IT TURNS OUT TO BE PHILIP’s estate. :rolleyes:

Motorgirl, can you recall how, exactly, some wealthy English guy turns out to be a sheik? Because I have no recollection of that part.

Are rape fantasies a frequent feature of these romance novels? I don’t understand that. And these are women writing these things? I’m befuddled. Why would that be seen as a romantic or erotic quality in a man?