This last in the Medieval trilogy more closely resembles the style of the first book, Untamed, than the second book. Which is good. If you liked the first book, you'll likely be satisfied with this book. Plus, Simon is one of the main characters, instead of some two-bit secondary character from the first book who we committed ourselves to hate, only to find that we're supposed to like him enough to care what happens to him for an entire book (I speak, of course, of Duncan in Forbidden, the second book.)
Also, that instant, love-at-first-sight, super-duper, uber-sappiness that displays itself in the second book in the form of ridiculous love-talk is mostly absent here; when it does appear, it's appropriately placed.
A note of caution, however: the ending is rather abrupt. Happy, but abrupt. And as this last book in the trilogy was written in, uh, 1994(?), it doesn't look as though there will be any more books in the series. No cliff-hanger endings or anything, but it seems like the epilogue raises more questions than it answers.
For fans of Untamed, enjoy!
Unfortunately, it appears that with each successive books, this series becomes less entertaining. While the first two books were delightful, and the third considerably less so, I fear this fourth book tolls the death knell. Neither of the leading characters is particularly likeable. In fact, both somewhat played the role of person-you-love-to-hate in previous books. And they remain quite unredeemed here. By their own admissions, the one thing they love about each other is each other's selfishness. It's ugly, therefore unfeigned. Be still my heart. What a trait to build a romance on. Don't waste the credit.
Considerably less entertaining than the first two books, both of which were absolutely smashing. Both leading characters are less well-developed than in previous books: Letty Alsworthy is a country mouse with some little charm, it's true, but Geoffrey Pinghingdale-Snipe remains as quiet and unassuming as a leading man as he was as a backgrounf figure in previous books. Still, it's entertaining enough, especially the bits in between involving the modern day Eloise and Colin. Worth a listen.
Woman is raped. Woman deals remarkably well with the emotional trauma of being raped. So well, in fact, that she lusts after her rapist. Then periodically sleeps with him. Then falls in love with him. What makes this possible? He says he's "sorry." Gee, what a guy.
Seriously? If you're going to attempt a sensitive topic like rape, and then go on to propose that a woman could fall in love with her rapist, you're going to have to do a much better job than this book does.
This is erotica, not romance. It's the equivalent of ear pornography. Not that there's anything wrong with that, if you're prepared for it. But I downloaded this book based on the review above. I was expecting a ROMANCE between two guys. What I got was hot sex (with some cheesy dialogue thrown in). Just know what you're getting into.
Though some of the problems Mistress Ursula Blanchard encounters seem to easily resolved, her personality is of such a sort that I found I didn't much mind. She's a very likeable character.
Also, the narrator was quite good, though I admit it took me a little while to get used to the sound of her voice. She has a good rhythm and cadence, but her voice is pitched higher than I expected. She's quite good at accents, though.
A thoroughly enjoyable listen. But be warned: you'll be sadly disappointed if you expect to listen to the whole series. Audible has only this one (the first book), and the third and fourth books. There are, in fact, eight books in all.
Duncan was going for witty and clever, but sadly his main character fell remarkably flat. He came out cliche and annoying, like the author was trying to hard. And the mystery wasn't set up as well as it could have been; the truth of the crime that is brought to life is disappointing, and in some respects, never fully explained.
The narrator was disappointing as well. While his reading is clear and crisp, it leaves the listner feeling cold and unmoved. He sounds too much like he's READING from a script, not telling a story. His words are so carefully ennuciated, the emotion is leached out of it. It makes it very hard to become immersed in the tale. Maybe I expect too much, but after listening to Davina Porter, it's hard to accept anything less.
I did not enjoy this book, but found myself listening only because I wanted to know, ultimately, who had committed the crime. As a result, I never felt fascinated or thrilled by the mystery, but rather disgruntled and feeling as though I had been hijacked and dragged through the story unwillingly.
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