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Got a couple more romance novels for my kindle - one whose hero is an elf assassin (bwahahahaha). The book reviews were notable for a rather lengthy complaint about lack of a lot of sex scenes because the book had nekkid male torso on the cover and surely that means tons of sexytimes between the pages (no, I am not making this reasoning up).
Another one was some Medieval romance which I got purely because hero was named a proper medieval name of Fulke, as opposed to appalling Dirks, Falcons, etc that clatter medieval romances.
I have finished the Scandal book reffed in my previous post. It continued to be ridiculous throughout, my favorite part being hero and heroine calling heroine's father greatest man they ever knew as he lay there dying from syphilis gotten from too many hooker visits. Aside from contracting syphilis and being an OK father, the man hasn't done anything notable I can think of, so that was some low standard. Oh, and the sex scenes made me LOL for all the wrong reasons.
I have also read Lord of Ice, sent to me by meganbmoore, undoubtedly with evil intentions ;) There were about 200 pages of (bizarrely boring or boringly bizarre) sex and 20 pages of plot. All you need to know is that the book revolved around a demon species whose penises had penises of their own.
There was also Ten Things I Love About You, a regency whose protagonists were nice, well-adjusted, perfectly contented people with no internal or external conflict whatsoever. They were about as entertaining as mud and I found myself craving a an accounting treatise instead, for more color.
Another one was some Medieval romance which I got purely because hero was named a proper medieval name of Fulke, as opposed to appalling Dirks, Falcons, etc that clatter medieval romances.
I have finished the Scandal book reffed in my previous post. It continued to be ridiculous throughout, my favorite part being hero and heroine calling heroine's father greatest man they ever knew as he lay there dying from syphilis gotten from too many hooker visits. Aside from contracting syphilis and being an OK father, the man hasn't done anything notable I can think of, so that was some low standard. Oh, and the sex scenes made me LOL for all the wrong reasons.
I have also read Lord of Ice, sent to me by meganbmoore, undoubtedly with evil intentions ;) There were about 200 pages of (bizarrely boring or boringly bizarre) sex and 20 pages of plot. All you need to know is that the book revolved around a demon species whose penises had penises of their own.
There was also Ten Things I Love About You, a regency whose protagonists were nice, well-adjusted, perfectly contented people with no internal or external conflict whatsoever. They were about as entertaining as mud and I found myself craving a an accounting treatise instead, for more color.
