2.5It was like reading a mm version of a 1980s Harlequin. Crazy, vengeful, super-rich rancher and the poor little innocent. Of course, the rancher quickly realizes the innocent is truly innocent and falls in love, but by then there's nothing he can do to convince the innocent he's sincere and that his protestations of love aren't just part of his vengeful scheme. It even included the ubiquitous scene where the rancher is overcome by lust and almost takes the innocent against his will, only recognizing at the last minuite that the innocent is reacting with fear instead of passion.It was entertaining in the sense of providing a nostalgic flashback. Diana Palmer, I think, right down to the significant age difference. But I'm no longer as naive as I was back then, and I'm so very grateful that romantic fiction has (for the most part) evolved along with me to leave that crap in the past.Also, I found the constant POV-jumping distracting and, at times, confusing. Not only did we jump between the main characters, but also to various bystanders for maybe a paragraph each, such as the waitress in a diner. It might not have bothered me so much if I'd actually gotten involved in the story, but since I wasn't it was an additional distraction (and source of unintentional amusement at times).