Normally Zoë Archer can deliver a kick-ass story full of excitement, but this one is rather flat. Still, the heroine is actually kick-ass, and the hero can be pretty charming for a big dumb lug.
Suffragettes are tricky character to handle, as conventional romance tropes often make them look like wannabes or fickle flakes who jettison the cause the first moment they get a man to look their way. Here, things are actually pretty good.
This Western romance started out really good, but it soon becomes apparent that the heroine is robotic in her persistent obstinacy and paranoia. Oh, and she doesn’t want to be a whore. You’d be hearing that one a lot.
Why is it that every story that claims to have a scandalous or notorious heroine always end up serving a heroine who wants desperately for people to believe that she’s a good person? Sigh.
Pro: this one is set during World War 1. Con: it’s a collection of three short and very forgettable stories.
This Western romance offers many delights: cookies, cakes, happiness, star-crossed romance, and type II diabetes.
This entire story is a pretty rationalization of a silly young woman’s determination to have sex with some guy she has the hots for, without any thought of the music she has to face once he withdraws and goes on his merry way. True love, isn’t it glorious?
She’s crazy, he has a stick up his rear end, and they get along so fabulously well together. This Regency-era historical romp is all about the cray crazy (mostly on her part). It’s a train wreck, but I really like it.
If you like the “heroine in a big house full of mysteries and an aloof brooding hero” type of historical romance, this one may be your cup of tea. Then again, if you like those stories, you will have read this one before. Many, many times.
Finally, the conclusion of the Noirot sisters trilogy! This one has been long time coming, but when it finally comes, I’m bored.
Romance novels based on that “Dangerous Liaisons” premise aren’t new or unusual, but the heroine playing the role of the female schemer certainly is something different. This one isn’t playing it safe at all, and I can appreciate that.
The conclusion to the author’s troubled The Secrets of Hadley Green series has a completely different mood and feel, but who cares? It’s fun!
Okay, let me try to think of something nice to say about this story. The author makes me laugh once. Maybe three times. And… er… well, the heroine’s family name is interesting?
It’s hard to find an old-school Western wilderness survival handbook of a romance these days, so it’s quite disappointing for the characters here to be so exasperatingly clueless at times.
If only the characters here are as interesting as they are said to be beautiful. Or if there is some romance to go along with the investigative procedures. Or there is any other reason for me to care.
Pater noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo. Amen.
It’s as if the author had deliberately taken everything I hate in a romance novel, mixed them all into this… thing, and sent it out to me as the worst kind of hate mail any sweet person can receive. I miss the old days when a horse head would have sufficed.
It’s always lovely to read a story where the heroine insists on wanting to be a martyr to her pride and virtue and behaving like the braindead shrew that ate England.
How cute, Dumb little kids pretending to be Vikings and acting like they are falling in love. What, they’re serious? Are you kidding me?
The author thinks that her hero is the ultimate wounded bad boy that would break everyone’s heart. Actually, that guy is more like an overgrown ape that won’t stop whining about his mother.