Beyond Scandal and Desire by Lorraine Heath
Never mind the plot, the author does a bang-up job in reminding me why she can be one of the better romance authors around.

Never mind the plot, the author does a bang-up job in reminding me why she can be one of the better romance authors around.

By the sainted perfumed souffle of Alan Turing, I think I’ve cracked the code!

A part of me likes this one, but the more I reflect on it, the more I can’t justify giving it a higher score.

Nope, I think I’m still in the outgrown phase where this author is concerned.

Sigh. Why do these stories with intriguing backdrops tend to come with boring, goody-goody heroines?

Whatever the author is trying to say in her story, it’s a garbled mess of contradictions by the time I reach the last page.

Ah yes, another martyr damsel in distress and the hero who cleans up her mess, despite her own efforts to prevent him from doing so.

Sadly, more like an interminable trickling of boredom and annoyance, Chinese water torture style.

This is a bewildering tale of a heroine who really, really wants the hero’s peen inside her now. Today. Yesterday. Tomorrow.

This thing is written in English, yes, but I don’t get it at all.
