
Silk and Secrets by Linda Madl
Why is this marketed as a romance and not a, say, mystery?

Why is this marketed as a romance and not a, say, mystery?
There is a good story in here, sandwiched between distracting external conflicts and a dumb premise.
When, exactly, will it be the perfect again?
Ah, the joys of marrying a submissive brown cow…
This one has an amazing first half, and an underwhelming other half.
Yawn as the hero joins a rank of protective men to save the sheltered, child-like heroine from the rest of the world.
It is best to read this while enjoying the pleasures of alcohol.
This one is unbearably corny, but I still find myself liking it despite my better judgment.
Now this is what I call a fine Kwanzaa-time read.
Come gape at the heroine’s monumental stupidity!