A Marriage of Rogues by Margaret Moore
The best thing about this one is the first few pages. It’s a rapid downhill tumble after that point.
The best thing about this one is the first few pages. It’s a rapid downhill tumble after that point.
The poor hero and heroine never get enough space here to develop beyond annoying and lost, respectively.
I found out too late that this is a reissue of a 12-year old book, but it’s so fun, I don’t mind at all.
Ugh, there’s a knight here who spends all the time moping and feeling sorry for himself, while the wife does all the heavy lifting.
Predictable Castle of the Wolf reminds me of better medieval romances. Still, nostalgia ain’t bad when there are hardly any such books around.
Underdeveloped characters keep this one firmly in the average zone.
This one is alright; it has its moments, but still, things don’t gel together well here.
Are those… Mario and Luigi?
This one is on the familiar, generic side but everything works well enough nonetheless to be an entertaining read.
Martyrs, bedside healing, castles, whiners… yes, this is another cookie-cutter mediocre medieval romance.