The Queen’s Christmas Summons by Amanda McCabe
This first half of the story completely overwhelms the second half, but still, this one can be a pretty epic story.
This first half of the story completely overwhelms the second half, but still, this one can be a pretty epic story.
I am not normally a coarse or vulgar person, but FUCK YOU, MALCOLM BEVINGSTOKE; FUCK YOUR PITUITARY GLAND WITH AN ICE PICK.
I’d cheer and do the stanky leg as all of the people in here drown in a vat of bile. My bile.
I think the author made herself so happy coming up with the hottest hero ever, she had nothing left for the story.
Let’s revisit one of the author’s older books. Here’s one of her more underrated ones, as far as I’m concerned.
The heroine is the only reason this one gets three oogies. The hero is… meh.
This one does nearly everything right, and makes Highland romances feel like a new and wonderful kind of genre for a short while.
Compared to the author’s last few books, this one doesn’t make me feel like rupturing a blood vessel. So… hurray?
If this story is supposed to be special, why does it feel so much like a throwaway?
A part of me wince at the story, but oh, all those feels just make me… feel. Sigh.