Scars of Betrayal by Sophia James
The author had taken everything I hate in a romance novel, mixed them all into this… thing, and sent it out to me as the worst kind of hate mail.
The author had taken everything I hate in a romance novel, mixed them all into this… thing, and sent it out to me as the worst kind of hate mail.
It’s always lovely to read a story where the heroine insists on wanting to be a martyr to her pride and virtue and behaving like the braindead shrew that ate England.
How cute, Dumb little kids pretending to be Vikings and acting like they are falling in love. What, they’re serious? Are you kidding me?
The hero is more like an overgrown ape that won’t stop whining about his mother.
I’m convinced the main characters don’t like one another at all. Perhaps this one should have been marketed as “fiction”?
The hero is a clergyman, but don’t get too excited. He’s an insufferable, sanctimonious, humorless twatwaffle whose bullishness knows no bounds.
If we can chop off the second of this book, this one may just be the twentieth-first century’s answer to Loretta Chase’s Lord of Scoundrels. If, that is. Oh, the things that could have been…
A hero needing some big-time redemption for what he did to the heroine, big internal conflicts and brooding melodrama!
Spies, kidnapping, post-honeymoon woes galore… here are two half-baked stories for the price of one.
Making a debut with a moronic couple? That takes some guts.