
Ride the Winter Wind by Christina Kingston
Stupid heroine, glacial boredom… why am I even reading this thing?

Stupid heroine, glacial boredom… why am I even reading this thing?
This one is not worth the money.
More like, only with cancer or something equally dire.
US and the Great Britain in a union of dumb and dumber.
Now this is what I call a debut effort. A show of hands, everyone!
Here’s The Count of Monte Cristo, the dumbass squared version.
Wait, why would anyone find the hero appealing again?
The world is ending? Who cares – the heroine is more concerned about making babies with the man who hates her. Genius!
The author should speak to her agent and publisher. This is better off aimed at the historical fiction crowd.
Rushing to write a hundred books a month seems to have caused a short circuit in the author.