Nicollette Caron has a problem: every time she makes love with a man, he dies in her arms – literally. The man who has just died in her bed is the son of an influential man, so when the body’s found, a police investigation begins. Detective Jackson Lang soon picks up Nicollette’s trail, and tracks her to Glastonbury. In Glastonbury she encounters the brooding and mysterious Lord Baston, who may be the only man who can love her and live. But when Lang arrests her, Nicollette’s trial for murder leads to astounding revelations, and an amazing conclusion.
Although supposedly set in England in 1891, Rabbit Heart has absolutely no feel for the historical time and place. Nicollette isn’t very likable; she whines that she keeps telling the men they die if they bed her, but they just won’t believe her. The period work is really bad: no sense of fashion or class distinctions, either. (My favorite oddity is Lord Baston’s inviting pretty much everyone in Glastonbury to a dinner party – including the woman who owns and runs the local inn and Nicollette’s maid.) And the explanation for Nicollette’s medical condition is beyond unbelievable. The fact that it’s also compulsively readable is beyond irritating – it’s a true guilty pleasure.