
Never Love a Cowboy by Lorraine Heath
Let’s count how many ways the characters annoy me… wait, let’s no, or we’d be here all year.

Let’s count how many ways the characters annoy me… wait, let’s no, or we’d be here all year.
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.