MMIYC (2005) is the 6th book in Phillips’ Chicago Stars series. The Chicago Stars are an NFL team populated by gorgeous, rich, successful white men with Ivy League educations. The men are driven, daring, bold, self-assured, intelligent, sexy, and great in bed. But they are also — by the end at least — monogamous, caring, giving, respectful, self-aware, and make plenty of time for family. In SEP’s world, the relationships are kind of like the companionate marriages of early American farm life — two spheres, different roles, mutual respect (with the exception, I realize, of Phoebe Somerville, but I can explain that one away). By the end of an SEP novel, the women have it all: a fantastic egalitarian relationship, two successful wealth-generating careers (usually at least one of the couple is the best in the country at what he or she does) and beautiful children who somehow never need a nanny. This is pure fantasy, and it’s romance novel writing at its absolute best. Even though reading Phillips requires me to bracket a hell of a lot of what I know about the real world, I love this book, and pretty much everything this woman writes.
Heath Champion is a kind of Jerry Maguire — there’s even a reference to the film character played by Tom Cruise in the book. Known as “The Python”, he’s the top sports agent in the US, wedded to his cell phone, his clients, the rush of success, and the almighty dollar. Heath’s a charmer and has no trouble attracting women, but he’s getting older and wants a wife to complete the picture. He views the acquisition of a wife much like any other lifestyle accessory. And, just as he delegates other things, he’s delegated his search to Portia Powers of Power Matches, the most successful dating service in the greater Chicago area.
Heath is not interested in falling in love, although he rationalizes that he and his wife might come to love each other one day, especially after the children arrive. In the real world, even men who take “trophy wives” convince themselves they are in love, so how can we explain Heath’s bizarre attitude towards marriage and family? Any seasoned romance reader will know … it’s the childhood, stupid! Heath grew up in poverty, with a drunk father and a series of girlfriends who substituted for his absent mother, and as he got older, taught him about sex. The character — and the book – glosses over and minimizes the sexual abuse Heath suffered, something I doubt would happen if he were the heroine. But these experiences left Heath with a huge hole where his trust in women and in love should be. Unlike heroes of yore, or some present day Harlequin Presents heroes, Heath is not an angry misogynist. He’s just protecting what is in fact a pretty fragile and undeveloped core from the vagaries of emotional ties that can rip and wound.
Annabelle Granger is the classic SEP heroine: the plucky down on her luck gal with a wry sense of humor. The first scene of the book is a comedy of errors as Annabelle tries to make her way from her late grandmother’s Wicker Park house, where she’s been living, to Heath’s uptown offices. She hails from a very successful family, but never really found her way professionally, something her disapproving mother never lets her forget. When her Nana died, Annabelle decided to take over her small matchmaking business, Perfect for You. Via a college friendship with Molly, the heroine of an earlier book in the series, Annabelle gets a ten minute audience with the Python, and hopes to land Chicago’s most eligible bachelor as a client, thereby catapulting Perfect For You into profitability.
As I read over this summary, it sounds like the setup for a book I would hate. The kind where the hero is in total control, giving cold stares and punishing kisses, and the heroine’s strength amounts to enduring it until a two paragraph grovel on the last page. But Heath and Annabelle are never less than equally matched in wit and determination. If anything, she manages to put a few over on him. Perhaps it’s a flaw in the book, but it’s a flaw that made the book more enjoyable to me: despite descriptions to the contrary, Heath never comes off as any kind of a Python. Immature, selfish, and occasionally idiotic? Yes. But never less than respectful towards pretty much everyone.
Phillips writes characters with terrific senses of humor, and this book is one of her funniest. I’ve both read it (I own the hardcover) and listened to it (wonderful narration by the late Anna Fields, who narrated loads of SEP, and died tragically in 2006). As is typical of an SEP novel, the hero and heroine spend a lot of time together, because Heath decides not only to hire Annabelle, but insists that she come with him on the dates. If the date is going well, he’ll signal her to skidaddle. Of course, none of them do, and Heath and Annabelle spend more and more time together, trying to figure out just what kind of woman would suit him. An attraction grows, one which at first they chalk up to having both been celibate for a while. On Annabelle’s part, this is due to a broken engagement with a man who suffered from gender identity disorder, a minor character SEP skirts the line between respecting and using for comic relief.
Phillips usually has a secondary romance, and while it often involves an AARP-enrolled couple — something I rally appreciate as a woman is is getting older and not seeing my age range reflected in the genre — in this case it involves the 40 something Portia, an uptight, work, appearance, and status obsessed, but (of course) deeply unhappy and lonely woman who falls for what appears to be the wrongest possible guy in Heath’s bodyguard. In typical Phillips fashion, however, once characters choose the right values — the deeper ones of everlasting love and family — all the superficial goods follow. I had qualms about this romance, which involves the comeuppance of the successful career woman at the hands of a man who is subordinate in the workplace but, being a man, is her superior in the realm that counts, a plotline with which viewers of movies like The Proposal – which I also loved despite my better judgment — will be familiar. On the other hand, Portia’s behavior after she realizes her life has been All Wrong is the source of so much comic mischief, she’s proof once again that I can forgive this author practically anything.
I’m no judge, really, but I think SEP is a tremendous writer. I find that there is so rarely a misstep, so rarely a dull moment, no repetition, no mental lusting, no wasted words. Her books just snap, crackle, pop for me. And I love her characters.
Here’s a bit of the dialogue. A subplot involves Heath’s attempts to sign Dean Robillard, the rookie Stars QB, who hesitates because the Stars owner, Phoebe Somerville, hates Heath’s guts. Heath has showed up at Annabelle’s door after hearing she has spent time with Dean. Raoul is the lover Annabelle halfheartedly made up, although Heath knows there is no Raoul, so the character is kind of an unstated joke between them:
“Only boxes of think mint cookies this year, girls, ” Annabelle said as she pulled the door open. “I’m on a diet.”
Heath pushed past her. “Do you ever check your phone messages?”
She gazed down at her bare feet. “One again, you’ve caught me looking my best.”
He was in hyper mode, and he barely glanced at her, exactly as it should be. “you look beautiful. So there I am, stuck in a Bible study class in Indianapolis, when I hear the news that my matchmaker is sunning herself on the beach with Dean Robillard.”
“You took a call in the middle of Bible study?”
“I was bored.”
“And you were in the class because…? Never mind. Your client wanted you to go.” She shut the door.
“Why the hell did Robillard ask you out?”
“He’s smitten. It happens all the time. Raoul says I can’t help the effect I have on men.”
Uh-huh. Bodie told me Dean wanted to go to the beach, and he needed a decoy.”
“Then why did you ask?”
“So I could get Raoul’s take on it.”
She grinned and padded after him into her reception room. “Your scary henchman knew about this yesterday. Why did he wait until today to tell you?”
“My question exactly. You got anything to eat?”
“Some leftover pad thai but it’s starting to grow hair, so I can’t recommend it.”
“I’m ordering a pizza. How do you like it?”
Maybe it was just because she was practically naked and didn’t like his attitude, or maybe she was just an idiot because she settled a hand on her hip, slid her eyes over him, and let the words slide off her tongue. “I like it hot … and … spicy.”
His eyelids dropped to the V of her robe. “Exactly what Raoul told me.”
She beat a hasty retreat for the stairs. His low chuckle accompanied her all the way to the top.
There are a few things that didn’t work so well for me in this book. A couple of word choices were bizarre. In one scene, Annabelle’s breast are described with the adjective “guinea fowl” and in another, post coitus, the word “spunk” is used inappropriately. The Surgeon General should place a saccharine warning on all SEP epilogues for the reader’s health. And, more seriously, Anabelle’s issues with her judgmental, unsupportive family get short shrift. On the last point, I find there is sometimes a tone problem in some of the later SEPs. Perhaps Annabelle’s family’s carping was meant to come off as humorous and goodnatured, but to this reader, it came off as a serious violation of respect for a family member that required more time and effort to fix than it got.
Overall, though, Phillips is pretty much my favorite contemporary romance writer, and, although I am a minority on this, MMIYC is probably one of my favorite of her books.