A relaxing romance, its not
If you're in the mood for a nice, calm, relaxing mini vacation inside a book, best keep looking. While this, blessedly, is not a Scooby Doo Mystery as so many romance authors seem to think we really want, its still a far cry from a relaxing afternoon light romance.
He loves her. She loves him. Then begins an endless circle of round and rounds. They circle around each other, each afraid of...something, to the point of exhaustion. Mine, I mean.
The thing just goes on and on and on round and round forever.
I thought it would never end. It finally does, with the loooong awaited hea. But by that point, for me, any anticipation I may have had in the beginning, had turned to tedious annoyance.