
Highlander Undone by Connie Brockway
I don’t mind reading this book. I just wish I hadn’t paid full price for it.

I don’t mind reading this book. I just wish I hadn’t paid full price for it.
This is ultimately a tale of martyrdom. It’s okay, but I’ll save my adoration for something else.
This is not a thrilling spy romance. It’s just one guy constantly whining and wringing his hands all the time.
The hero can really bring on the noble fool for love act that has me thinking of lovely things.
The hero is adorable, the heroine is deplorable. Guess I can’t have everything.
She survived the Titanic, and gave me a headache.
The author tries to make her “doormat on sale, get yours now” heroine charming and adorable. Doesn’t work, sorry.
No, not marry. Try instead “ram my fist down his throat because SHUT UP ALREADY, YOU TIRED-ASS DRAMA QUEEN!”
This story makes me feel so happy and silly. That’s good, of course.
Yeah, yeah, manipulative saccharine crap, bad for health, but I LOVE EVERYTHING SO SHUT UP.