Stormswept by Deborah Martin
This one is quite campy, so much so that it’s actually quite fun.

This one is quite campy, so much so that it’s actually quite fun.

Talk about a high-maintenance heroine: the one in this story is not only a liability and a worthless baggage, she is determined to the very end to play the victim.

This is a pretty ordinary Western romance, but oh dear, the heroine is creepy-scary. I still am not sure whether this is a good or bad thing.

A horny girl comes between two men, and the hero kills his brother for her. You know, I wish I’d read that book instead of this one.

This is the romance novel equivalent of a Taylor Swift song.

Meh, what an average story. Okay, I lied. I love this one so much that I’m all VRAIS A PLECHE DAR NUMA NUMA I-AAYYYYY.

Wait, why oh why did it take me so long to pick up this book?

This seems designed to be some kind of farcical road trip story, and if that’s the case, this is farce gone wrong.

I really wish I can give this one four oogies without wincing, I really do.

She loves him! No, she hates him! He loves her! Wait, he hates her now! Meanwhile, I’m just dismayed.
