In Search of Amanda by Marilyn Grall
This old-school bodice ripper is so bad that it hurts so, so good.
This old-school bodice ripper is so bad that it hurts so, so good.
Everything is the woman’s fault. Always!
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.
Rothgar finally gets his book! Millions of women immediately lose their underwear in their excitement!
Can this Western romance be any more dire?
I’m not that big a fan of the author, but this one is just exquisite.
The hero is a saint, while the heroine is just annoying.
This richly detailed historical romance forgets to include fun on the menu as well.