Warrior of Fire by Michelle Willingham
Everything good about this medieval romance is submerged under the hero’s constant bleating about his guilt, anguish, and other rot.
Everything good about this medieval romance is submerged under the hero’s constant bleating about his guilt, anguish, and other rot.
This one is not a typical romance novel. It may not even be a good one. But it’s for all those who dream of giving their lot the finger.
Beware! The heroine is indeed “innocent” – the poor dear really shouldn’t be allowed to make key decisions in her life.
Someone spelled “arses” wrong in the title.
Come undress me; I have prettied myself with a ball and chain, with a refuge in my old name…
The hero is whiny, mopey, petty, and – worst of all – bewildering. Nothing worse than a crybaby that makes no sense.
Well, I have plenty of room for this baby.
Wait, the usual “Marry me, or I will get all melodramatic about my life woes!” proposal is considered wicked now?
It’s a pretty fun story, but it can also be a bit of a disappointment.
I hope the hero get assassinated by men in toga at the mall. WHO’S THE GENIUS NOW, ASSWIPE?