Once childhood sweethearts, now sworn enemies, Edward and Rebecca meet once again when she murders her brutal husband, and Edward--now the MacCleary chieftain--spirits her off to his castle and vows to make her his bride, but she escapes from his mighty fortress to save his life and prove her undying love. Original.
I'm not in the habit of leaving books unfinished. No matter how awful, I inevitably find a way to soldier on. However, Wild Highland Rose was such an epic disaster that despite my best efforts to persevere, I finally gave up for fear of risking a stroke. I treat all my books with the utmost respect but more than once I found myself gripped in a rage so terrible that I wanted nothing more than to hurl this book at the wall with a well chosen curse word or two.
How on earth Wild Highland Rose ever got published is a mystery to me. Shame on you Zebra! Rife with spelling errors, missing punctuation, sentences left hanging and two horrible protagonists I wanted nothing more than to strangle, this book reads like a first draft...and a pathetic excuse for one at that! There seems to be no clear plot or storyline, and I found myself having to read several paragraphs over and over again just so I could get the gist of what the author Christine Cameron was trying to convey. In fact, I had to read the first three pages twice to make sense of how the heroine's wedding night with the laird of Kirkguard suddenly turned into a rescue-cum-kidnap by a rival clan's chieftain.
Adding to the horrible writing was a host of loutish characters and of course, the gut-churningly annoying hero and heroine. I could only make it to page 116 before I gave up completely, and up to that point, the book involved the heroine Rebecca having countless fits of temper, indulging in behaviour that can only be described as asinine, and having a cry every few pages over the hero's meanness towards her. The hero Edward is no more redeemable than his dishwater love interest, and seems to delight in cocking his eyebrow, engaging in acts that even a ten year-old would find childish, and of course, being mean to the heroine. Together, they take great pleasure in being the two most irritating people ever to fall in love...if what they experience with each other can be called 'love' at all.
Getting to page 116 was a feat in and of itself, and I'm amazed I was able to persevere for as long as I did. But it's time to move on. I adore Scottish romances, but life is too short to waste on ones as poorly written as Wild Highland Rose.