FairyKat writes in looking for the first romance she ever read:
This was my first ever romance novel—it came up for sale in the high school
second hand book sale, my friend Karen bought it and we passed it around
from hand to sweaty hand. Occasionally I try Googling various plot details,
but I haven’t been able to find the title.
It’s set in Scotland, probably the Highlands, somewhere in the 18th or 19th
century. The heroine has emerald eyes and raven tresses (and may even be
called Raven). The hero is called Robbie. They meet on an island, I think,
she’s been swimming, he’s a voyeur, they have a clandestine romance. Then,
at a ball, the heroine’s long lost half-brother is announced, but it’s
Robbie! She faints. Eventually it turns out her mother had an affair, so
they aren’t related after all.
I’m afraid to reread it and find it’s dreadful—on the other hand, I
remember being 15 and being delightfully shocked by all this glory (naked
people! extramarital sex! ohhhh nooooo incest icky, but affairs! happy ever
Surprise Brother is not a plot device we see much of. I think this is a good thing. The HornyPants Signal of True Lurrrrrve™ is often encountered, such as when the heroine is dressed as a boy and the hero wonders what the hell is wrong with him that he’s so interested in a young man, but I don’t recall seeing “I can’t be horny because he’s my brother” all that often. Like I said, that’s a good thing.
Anyway. Anyone remember this book?