On her deathbed, renowned opera singer Susanna Chandler gives her two personal diaries (filled with details of her numerous sexual exploits with prominent personalities) to her granddaughter, Jenna, and instructs her to look "in the desk" for the third and last diary and some fabulous erotic jewelry. She dies requesting Jenna to read and protect the diaries. But before Jenna can fulfill Susanna’s dying request, her greedy and unscrupulous uncle sells all her grandma’s belongings, including her three desks. Jenna tracks down the buyers of the first two desks but has disappointing encounters with the avaricious buyers. To avoid this a third time, Jenna then determines to use subterfuge to find the diaries in the third desk that was bought by ex-Texas Ranger and ranch owner Sam Winchester. To get to his ranch, Jenna, a world-renowned violinist, volunteers her services for a charity benefit concert for a local hospital, being organized by Sam.

Sam is attracted to her from the first instant he sets eyes on Jenna. But her air of sophistication and her eagerness to experience life at a ranch all make him wary and skeptical as they remind him of his ex-wife who, after marriage, found life at a ranch to be smelly and boring and hence left him. Jenna soon proves him wrong, as she takes to life at the ranch like a duck to water, surprising even herself. The attraction between them becomes an inferno, but still Jenna is unable to reveal her secret search to him. What will happen when Sam learns that he’s been used? Will Jenna ever find what she’s looking for?

In The Diva Diaries, Karen Anders has written a novel very sensual and erotic in nature, but with little or no mystery and whose plot is non-existent. Initially, Jenna’s character is that of a person who’s shut herself from all emotions and who’s totally devoted to music -- very intriguing. But when the sexual gymnastics begin, the character development stops abruptly. Sam is the typical macho-hero-alpha-male and clichéd to the bone. The latter half of the book is nothing but a series of sexual romps that makes the pages sizzle and the readers’ interest drop. With some effort and a little more character development, this could have been a wonderful romance. But in its current state, only diehard romantics and readers looking for a quick, hot read without much substance will enjoy this book.