I don't rightly recollect everything this book entails, but I do know it was a spur in my youthful conquests to jade myself with bodice rippers and eventually as a favorite genre. ;)
It was a bit skeptical about who the heroine would eventually end up with. I mean, Henry the VIII on a pony set my heart a'flutterin' for the Knight in Shining Armor, but when the so-called hero finally made a cameo I skimmed back a few hundred pages:
I really would have loved this, but the heroine gets so tiresome. She was so dumb that I honestly couldn't take anymore of her. I liked the hero better and he was a rapist.
Reading this book I could imagine how the people of Tudor times felt the ups and downs of the people at court what a nerve wracking time that must have been.
Morgan's love life was an intriguing journey that kept me turning the pages to see what would happen next. I didn't always agree with her choices but I was always curious where the story would go next.
I hardly liked the hero at all, and I tried to reconcile it because I knew he was who she was going to end up with. I rooted for her to be with a different character basically the whole book because he was always such a good friend to her, they had great chemistry, and he was, ya know, not a rapist. Still, I found it enjoyable to watch the heroine mature and progress through the 15 or so years that we followed her. It also gave me a new perspective on Henry Tudor and the turmoil the country went through during his reign.