Sold to the Viking Warrior by Michelle Styles
Well, I’m not sold at all.
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.
Ladies and gentlemen, despite my best efforts, I can find no reason to give any f… er, care about the people in this story.
Here’s a shocker: the story becomes pretty good when the heroine doesn’t have to make big decisions anymore.
The best thing about this one is that the heroine never followed through in bringing on the catastrophic stupidity.
Like every romance author who wants to be seen as legit, here’s another one doing her compulsory take on the My Fair Lady thing.