A Tiara Under the Tree by Carolyn Hector
Christmas is still a few months away, but this one serves up a pleasant romantic escape just nice for the holidays.
Christmas is still a few months away, but this one serves up a pleasant romantic escape just nice for the holidays.
Valentine’s Day is long over, but romantic disappointments have a tendency to linger on.
Oh joy, the hero accuses the heroine of all kinds of nonsense far more than showing her affection.
It’s not an erotica, nor it is a drama. I don’t know what it wants to be, but I am bored by what it is.
How can a story with so many swords and helmets end up being this predictable young adult-ish Sassy McSassy Sasses It All tale?
The path of madness, more like, as I’m certain that the hero and the heroine both have some screws loose.
This isn’t technically romance, but it perfectly captures how scary yet exhilarating it can be to fall in love.
I feel that the author has bitten off more than she can chew with the depression angle of this story.
This one shouldn’t be read by people who know stuff about stroke and such. Otherwise, it will appear flimsy.
Take away all the fun bits in a soap opera, and this is what you will get. A snooze and a snore.