THE DEPTHS OF LOVE by Norma Seely

THE DEPTHS OF LOVE

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KIRKUS REVIEW

More like the pits. ""Have you really changed that much, Kenda? Or does that sleek businesswoman exterior just disguise the sensuous body I remember?"" So asks archaeologist Craig Damuth, re-entering the young life of Oregon shopowner Kenda Eaton--who loved both archaeology and gorgeous Craig a couple of years back. But now, though Craig clearly still craves her, Kenda is interminably ambivalent about going off to search for legendary under-water treasure with him. Should she let herself be swayed by his sweet talk? (""Have you forgotten the level of paradise we almost reached one Baja night?"") What about Craig's assistant Tracy--who claims that Craig loves her and keeps picking on Kenda? And what about Kenda's virginity? (""How did you stop a man when your whole being was throbbing for him to fold you into lovemaking?"") Well, after find-ind the treasure and weathering a storm, all doubts will be shed--and Craig will gallantly hold off even when Kenda heats up: ""Because, Kenda, if you've kept your innocence this long, then you should save it for your wedding night."" Lots of heavy breathing, with the year's most hilariously bad dialogue in between the bouts of almost-sex--but no plot, suspense, or characters to speak of, even by paperback-romance standards.

Pub Date: Nov. 5th, 1982
Publisher: Doubleday