
Return of the Prodigal Gilvry by Ann Lethbridge
This is an old-school road trip romance through the wilds of Scotland.

This is an old-school road trip romance through the wilds of Scotland.
A wounded hero and the heroine who scolds and cheers him back to being his happy old self. The whole effort feels more contrived than anything else.
This is a classic battle of the sexes amidst angry ladies marching down the streets of Edinburgh. The romance isn’t so hot, though.
The author includes many frantic dramatic scenes here, apparently to convince me that the heroine is a moron and the hero is her enabler. What’s the point of going through all the trouble?
Every historical romance author has at least one Beauty and the Beast story to be exorcised from her system.
I think it’s time the author and myself spend some time apart.
Mommy, I’m bored. Can this series end now?
The first half is magical, while the second half is made of pure disappointment.
The romantic aspects are horrible, but everything else is almost magical.
Welcome to WTF La La Land, where boys will be girls will be boys and oh just kill me now.