Reading this book exhausted me so much. Part of it is "it's not you, it's me", because I just don't enjoy romance on its own anymore, I like it when it is integrated into a larger plot and is supported by proper character development. Initially, the historical setting of The Napoleonic Wars and the promise of an interesting story pulled me in. Finally, I thought, we have characters who are real people with real problems, and not some overused pining aristocracy. The exploration of enforced conscription, actual realities of regular folk in the Royal Navy, desertion, and the danger and relentless lawless squeeze from the press gangs sounded so interesting and so original. The tense, paranoid build up and the promise of a twist fuelled by dark past kept me reading and kept me intrigued.
As you can tell by this rating, I was obviously very naive to expect something deep. By Marsh and by Moor is exactly what it tells you it is - a perfunctory, rote M/M romance that feels like it was cobbled together from a pre-existing generic romance/smut scenes database, and then slightly adjusted to accommodate the setting. The setting, which was completely irrelevant past the 40% point, by the way, until it was suddenly needed for the final confrontation. The big scary "reveal" haunting the narrative ended up being a joke. The romance was so dull, so entirely without life or spark or chemistry or literally anything, I was bored to tears and had to skip most of sex scenes, because I didn't care, couldn't force myself to care. There is no character development or character work to be found here - but there is a moustache-twirling evil villain and an abusive relationship written like a List Of Relationship Red Flags checklist. There is no such thing as moral ambiguity or complexity or even simple human messiness. The entire romance is a case of insta-love that Annick Trent hits you over the head with in the first five pages, before you know or even care about either of these characters, and which never really develops, is never truly tested (don't mention the "betrayal" bit to me, even there the author was super anxious to move on already and get the HEA going; nothing about that final part makes any sense and is never allowed to breathe), and doesn't go anywhere worth following. There is also a motif of potentially offering an open relationship that pissed me off so much, because it was never something that the author seriously contemplated or interrogated, it was there only to reassure the reader that oh no, this is True Love and, therefore, whatever promiscuous lifestyles both characters lead before meeting each other (not that long ago, they've literally just met, lmao) are completely irrelevant, and they are completely committed to monogamy and to each other now. Don't ask any further questions.
To be fair, this isn't the worst book I've ever read. It is written relatively well, and it definitely has its readership. I get it, it is meant to be a comforting predictable indulgence, or whatever. Maybe my expectations were way too high and I am being unfair, but I have read romance novels that did and do continue to put a lot of work and soul into the setting and the characters and the relationships between them. I don't have to settle for stories that are painfully unfun, and unsexy, and unserious despite pretending to be otherwise, and By Marsh and by Moor was all three to me.