I won this book as a Goodreads giveaway.
As per usual, I'm going to critique as I go, and since this is a 700 page doorstop, even as a paperback, this could get messy.
I'd like to start off by saying I have read quite a few of Cindy Dees' romance novels in the past. She was an author I always looked for when I was picking up my monthly haul of Harlequins many moons ago (before I started getting everything digitally -- hey, don't judge; they're cheap and I can read them fast...). So when I won this book I was kinda happy.
Then I started reading the book...
I'm not even 100 pages in and already this book is on the fence with making it into my did not finish shelf. I'm not quite there yet, and I'm going to tough it out for a couple hundred more pages but we will see. My reasons are as follows.
The language... holy shitballs dude. You CAN write a high fantasy book and keep it in modern English. Seriously, you CAN. 80% of this book so far is, but then every once in a while everything reverts to really laughable medieval speak that just doesn't sit right. Is this really how they spoke back then? I dunno, I'm not a medieval historian. But you can't have both. Either they need to talk like it always, or never. Personally, I'd go for never, because I'm pretty sure medieval comedy isn't what the author's were going for. I'm going to confess, I flipped to the back of the book and read the afterward before I started the book. This gave me a little hint on what to expect, and it kinda explains the previous paragraph. This is basically a novelization of a specialized SCA group. And THIS is exactly why you will never see me attend one of their events... the dialog sounds like a bunch of part-time actors playing at princesses and knights who have had a wee bit too much of the mead, which is what I imagine an SCA event would be like.
Next, we've got 16 and 18 year olds in a medieval setting acting like pre-teens (think 11-12), not the adults they would have been treated as in that sort of time period. Rolling around and play wrestling, and hell, just being alone together, especially since she was a princess and he a commoner, and no chaperone? Nope, not buying it. On top of that, about 20 pages after miss princess rolling around and fishing and then running, we find out she's wearing a corset... Um, this is not just a no, but a holy fuck no. She'd have a hard time merely walking and breathing, with one of those torture devices on let alone all that other stuff. And did I mention no chaperone?
Then, we have the whole mother telling her she's going to basically be forced to pop out a couple of kids forced upon her by a person she doesn't even know, 'because that's just the way this family has always done things for the last 300 generations' shit.... Um, fuck no. Surely, SOMEONE somewhere along the line, probably someone with more of a spine than Raina would have told her mother to take that mage and go fuck herself (or him herself, for that matter). Or a mother somewhere along the line would have refused to prostitute out her own daughter. I'm not buying it...
Just one comment on dialog with dialect... JUST DON'T DO IT. Your job as an author is to tell a story, not provide the reader with a cryptic puzzle and force us to try to figure out what the fuck the character is trying to say.
I'm now about 150 pages in and here's something I'm trying to wrap my head around (well, not the only thing, the have been plenty of others along the way up until now, but it's something that was so jarring that I had to comment on it). How in the hell is Raina going to teach anyone how to properly spice their bland food when she's a spoiled little sheltered princess whose vast knowledge of kitchen drudgery would be how to steal sweets out from under the cooks nose? Please, someone explain this one to me. Or all these improvements she's supposed to be making to the peasants' way of life... Seriously? THEY should be teaching HER the simple things such as how to draw water, or better yet, how to boil water, since Raina has had servants do all that shit for her her entire life. WTF man... for people who spend a great deal of time living in this imaginary world for fun, the authors sure don't have a single clue between them as to the natural order of the ruling class vs the poor folk they rule over. (Here's a clue though, for the most part, the people being served generally don't know, or give a shit for that matter, how things are done, just that they get done when they demand it.)
Now let's pick apart something else that made me literally throw the book at the wall. Cicero exclaims that someone is coming. He's heard them. Everyone heard them, so it's not a matter of enhanced elvish hearing. And he tells Raina to douse the fire. What the actual fuck is that going to accomplish? First off, if they are close enough to be able to discern their conversation, they sure as shit have already SEEN AND SMELLED the smoke coming from the fire. And little miss genius Raina throws water on the fire, which will only produce MORE smoke to attract attention.
I'm almost done with this book, and I'm only on page 145... if I make it to 200, it will be a miracle.
After much contemplation, I've decided to shelve this book. Maybe I'll revisit it in the future, but for now, it's going to go quietly into my did not finish pile. As someone else commented, life's too short for bad books. I couldn't agree more.