The Magnate’s Manifesto by Jennifer Hayward
A plot with a feminist bent in this line of books? Don’t get too excited, it’s all smokescreen for the same old gender stereotyping.
A plot with a feminist bent in this line of books? Don’t get too excited, it’s all smokescreen for the same old gender stereotyping.
Suddenly, the magic is gone. Insert sad smiley here.
This one reads like it was written, edited, and proofread by fourteen-year- old kids.
I really wish I can give this one a higher rating. It’s one of those rare medieval romances that actually feel like one.
Plots are for losers. Cool people just breed and make babies for sequels.
The best thing about this one is the lack of “My girlfriend is a hateful slut!” drama. Everything else is… oh boy.
Gratuitous sex scenes and disgusting gore in a low-budget crap flick. That’s… quite cool, actually.
Another story where the hero thinks the heroine is a whore, and the heroine can’t wait to put out to him.
Fake courtesan. Cruel worthless hero. Imbecile doormat heroine. And then, add in idiot plot.
Things start out great in this seafaring romance, only to then go on and on and on and on and on…