The Firebrand by Susan Wiggs
Everything here feels so manufactured and tailored to the masses. I’m bored.

Everything here feels so manufactured and tailored to the masses. I’m bored.

The author kills her story in one fell swoop during the denouement.

Oh god, just stop fighting and embrace the cheese…

Sigh. Why can’t he let me keep the memories of those good times. huh?

Awkward yet charming in some ways, this one is a debut effort that falls just on the side of okay.

She’s still trying to convince everyone that she’s the sexiest Miss Sexy that ever lived.

Ah yes, that elusive something that will make a book go from okay to special. Well, that’s not here. Sorry!

Double standards galore in this one. Women having sex, bad, but men who do it are awesome.

It’s all fluff, but there is fun, cheesy adventures, and other rollicking nonsense to savor, so all is good.

Not much depth here, just playful banter wrapped up in a whole lot of insubstantiality.
