The Dark Lady by Máire Claremont
So overwrought and hysterical, it’s almost hilarious. Almost.
So overwrought and hysterical, it’s almost hilarious. Almost.
This one is quite messy, with character inconsistency and what not all over the place.
Well, at least it’s better than the author’s last few efforts. But the wrong guy is made the hero, sigh.
This is something new and interesting, although the plot could have been dealt with better.
It’s alright, but the romance seems to be on shaky grounds.
Our hero and heroine are completely upstaged by the secondary couple, those poor things.
A study in cringe-inducing awfulness, actually.
Another solid entry into the Western genre, although things become surreal and even ridiculous as the story goes on.
A lady who can’t avoid trouble naturally falls for the biggest trouble of them all.
How did we go from the fun previous book to this… thing?