The Tempting
Grade : A

The Tempting is the kind of book that defies easy grading. I've held on to a copy ever since I first read it, not because I loved it, but because I knew I'd never find anything like it again. Parts of it are extraordinary, parts of it are too strange for words. Normally that would add up to a C, but this book isn't average in any way. It's the kind of book I could imagine some people loving and giving an A, and others hating and giving an F. Whatever you say about it, Lisa Harris doesn't play it safe. The tale she weaves is moody, romantic, bizarre, creepy, passionate, terrifying, unpredictable, and completely unlike any romance novel I ever expect to read. I don't know how you put a grade on that, but it's so singular it remains a keeper for me.

The Tempting is part of Harlequin Temptation's Secret Fantasies miniseries from 1995. In this case, Carol Glendower's fantasy is to have her husband back. She and Evan met in Nigeria, two American microbiologists on leave from their universities. They immediately fell in love and were married. Carol returned to the States when her contract in Nigeria ended, with Evan to join her two months later. Instead, he caught a deadly illness and died, leaving Carol alone in the drafty old house she'd bought for them to live in.

For a year and a half, she lived on autopilot, only wanting Evan alive and with her again. Then comes the day a mysterious black cat arrives on her doorstep and invades her life. Suddenly strange things begin to happen. She cuts a flower blossom and tucks it under the cat's collar. The cat disappears for a week, only to reappear with the flower intact and still in bloom long after it should have withered and died. She finds the cat wearing Evan's ID bracelet, the same bracelet she'd been told was cremated with him on another continent. But that's nothing compared to the shock when she follows the cat to the tower bedroom and discovers a shining blue void under the bed, an infinite void where Evan waits for her.

Is it really him? Is she losing her mind? Is it all a dream? Or is she being tested or tempted in some way? And by whom? There are no easy answer to any of this, and even in the end, it may be too vague for some readers.

Harris writes in a unique style befitting her story. It begins with a casual tone, drawing the reader into the tale as it slowly begins to get darker. It doesn't feel like a series romance. It doesn't feel like any other romance, period. Harris definitely plays with the notions of what a "romance novel" is. This is one book I would give to anyone who says all romances are formulaic. This one isn't at all. There's very little interaction between Carol and Evan. Most of the scenes between the two of them come from Carol's dreams, as she remembers their time together. This isn't a book about two people falling in love. Yet it is unmistakably romantic. The whole story is built on Carol's love for Evan. It's a once in a lifetime, larger than life, obsessive type of love that too few romances tell.

For instance, this is the author's description of Carol and Evan's first meeting:

He'd been standing with his back to her as she entered the lab. When he'd turned, and her eyes met the startling blue of his, it was as if something clicked into place in the universe, and suddenly she was raised, breathless, to a new level of being.
They simply stared at each other for a long moment. She knew immediately.
So, he later said, did he. It was as though in those first wordless seconds, they held a silent conversation, filled with wonder.
It's you, she'd thought. You exist. I found you.
And you, he'd seemed to say. Yes, I've found you too.

That's the kind of love they have. Despite the lack of present-day interaction, Harris has no trouble communicating the depth of feeling between them. It's important too, because it grounds all of the story's weirdness in something real.

Make no mistake about it, this book is weird. That's not strong enough - it's WEIRD. Besides the mysterious portal under the bed, there's the cat, which begins to communicate with Carol telepathically. It speaks in riddles, saying a lot of words and nothing at all at the same time. There are some gothic elements, like an obsessive suitor who tries to take advantage of Carol's apparent insanity to take over her life. There's a definite gaslighting feel, as Carol struggles to convince everyone around her she's not losing her mind when the unbelievable is happening to her. There are times when the story verges into horror territory, with its talk of demons and dark forces as Carol has to try to figure out what's going on and who she can trust. Can she trust the cat, or is it trying to tempt her into something evil? This is one of the few romances where I honestly had no idea what was going to happen next or even how it would end. Presumably it would end happily (and it does), but would it be with Evan, or would she learn to let go and embrace a new life with the perfectly nice man who emerges late in the story? If it was with Evan, would it be with him or some other form of him, one of those reincarnation, someone-else-with-his-soul type endings? I'm not telling. I'm not sure I could if I tried.

I can't say I understood all of The Tempting and at time it was too weird for words. And yet it's a book I've kept. Rereading it for this review I was just as fascinated and just as bewildered as the first time. It's engrossing. It's unique. And it is romantic. The tagline on the front cover is, "If you love enough...anything's possible." That's the theme that runs throughout the book, and by the time the story arrives at its very romantic climax, it's an easy concept to believe. This is an unusual book that takes real risks. There's really no way to communicate what it's like short of reading it yourself. Love it or hate it, it is unforgettable.

Reviewed by Leigh Thomas
Grade : A

Sensuality: Warm

Review Date : April 5, 2004

Publication Date: 1995/03

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