Brave New Earl by Jane Ashford
Horrid heroes, imbecile heroines, brats from hell… this one is the very embodiment of agony and despair.
Horrid heroes, imbecile heroines, brats from hell… this one is the very embodiment of agony and despair.
He’s a vicar. Her father is a vicar, and she doesn’t want to marry her father and become her mother. Yes, these two are definitely getting together.
Ever get the feeling that a book is taken over by another author halfway through?
The hero and the heroine are up against the biggest challenge to their romance: her family.
The hero isn’t bad, but the heroine makes me want to slash my wrists just to get away from her.
This one is not a typical romance novel. It may not even be a good one. But it’s for all those who dream of giving their lot the finger.
This one is set up to be an internal conflict-driven tale, but abruptly changes direction halfway. What happened?
Why write about alcoholism only to resolve it unrealistically?
How long has it been? Shame this one isn’t better.
I think the hero needs to be put down to end his misery.