
The Jacobite’s Return by Jane Godman
Bailando, en la pista sudando. Tú me estás calentando…

Bailando, en la pista sudando. Tú me estás calentando…
Ugh, why does this have to be a romance with… that thing?
Should we let all these kids pretend to be adults and take over the romance genre?
Now this is an unusual case – I have no issues with the heroine; it is the hero that I absolutely cannot stand.
The mystery ain’t bad, but the romance is dead on the water.
There are glimmers of the author’s talent here, but for the most part, too much of this one feels like clutter.
All gimmicks, no substance… this one is best read while one is sitting on the crapper.
So much rampant stupidity, so much oblivious hypocrisy on the characters’ part. I almost felt suicidal reading this thing.
Expect little, and do your best to hope that you will still not be disappointed. Or bewildered.
The author is always competent when it comes to emotional scenes, but yikes, the premise of this story.