A Merry Chase by Victoria Malvey
The story doesn’t know what to do with itself, how sad.
The story doesn’t know what to do with itself, how sad.
Let’s count how many ways the characters annoy me… wait, let’s no, or we’d be here all year.
This old-school bodice ripper is so bad that it hurts so, so good.
Watch out for the amorous arrow, ooh!
Everything is the woman’s fault. Always!
Everyone wants this author to be the new Susan Elizabeth Phillips. God, I hope not – she should aim to be better than that author!
I have no idea, and I just can’t.
It’s pretty disquieting how the heroine can spend years on the streets but is still an innocent dingbat through and through.
The hero is the most boring kind of broken record.
What starts out fun ends up contrived and annoying.