The Viscount can go hang himself for all I care.

I just cannot resist a book with such a title, and the story isn’t bad either.

This is ultimately a tale of martyrdom. It’s okay, but I’ll save my adoration for something else.

The hero can really bring on the noble fool for love act that has me thinking of lovely things.

The immature characters make the romance a hard sell, despite the author’s valiant efforts.

The plot is straight out crapper material. The author’s humor and style save it… barely.