My True Love by Karen Ranney
Ooh, here comes the feels, and they feel good.

Ooh, here comes the feels, and they feel good.

While very flawed, this one has enough charm to make me adore it silly.

This one is just too stupid for words.

Take lots of female stupidity, toss in a Native American in full battle regalia, and enjoy the migraine.

This is another demonstration of why romance heroines make lousy businesswomen.

The purple-tinged melodrama is amusing, but this one isn’t much of a romance.

All smiles? More like, forced smiles all around from all the cracked stuff happening here.

Barbarian slave and dumb-ass Barbie bimbo bodice ripper, boo!

The author writes like she’s a medieval lady paid by the word.

While not breaking new grounds, this is a good example of the author’s strengths as a storyteller.
