A Warrior’s Kiss by Margaret Moore
This one is just meh with some side helping of ugh.

This one is just meh with some side helping of ugh.

The author guards her tropes faithfully.

Now here’s a satire that ends up being a parody of what it set out to satirize.

If you are mad about miscommunication and dithering, this baby has your name on it.

Vikings, female lairds, star-crossed conflicts, and one sagging middle.

She’s all sexy and hip now, but she’s still sounding good.

Heroines remain the author’s Achilles heel.

Wait, haven’t I seen this one before? At least two times already?

Zzzzzz at the heroine’s crybaby antics and passive behavior.

Did someone say “Bore Season”?
