The English Duke by Karen Ranney
Want to read a fun story? Too bad; here, have instead another beautiful duo whining that life isn’t going their way.
Want to read a fun story? Too bad; here, have instead another beautiful duo whining that life isn’t going their way.
If you know someone who is a stickler for historical accuracy, and you hate that person, try getting that person to read this book.
This one starts out promising to be something different and good, but it then tries very hard to be ordinary instead.
Ah, those randy English boys and their hind play. And bless those nerds who still take time to do the squats and push-ups too.
Well, I’m not sold at all.
Oh look, a rare traditional regency romance has been sighted in the mainstream wilderness!
An animated image of cheering nuns here would be appropriate.
No, I’m afraid there is no feeling the Berne today. Maybe someday, though, as I have a good feeling about the author.
Take the title as a warning: the hero wants to sell the heroine off to the highest bidder. You’ll have to get over that to enjoy the rest of the story.
It’s depressing when unusual archetypes are trapped in a story determined to be as formulaic as possible.