A Rose for Major Flint by Louise Allen
And such a big bore for Mrs Giggles.
And such a big bore for Mrs Giggles.
Why, oh, why does this have to be a romance story? Especially with that wuss of a hero?
And I’m the happiest of them all, because this story is so cute!
I may have to take back most of the things I’ve said about the author in the past.
A lot of things here need to be iced, starting with that heroine.
Wait, didn’t Harlequin push Jeannie Lin out the door? Anyway, hello again, welcome back.
But there is no logic to keep me happy, alas.
The author goes back to “0% woo-woo” historical romance mode, but the romance is barely there.
First comes the sweetness. And the cuteness. Then come the Terminator cartoon villains from hell.
I really wish I can give this one a higher rating. It’s one of those rare medieval romances that actually feel like one.