Lisa has a good head on her shoulders, but the situations she’s in aren’t that engaging, despite how bat-shit crazy they seem. Ross has zero personality, and is really quite stupid. And sometimes it does, but there are a lot of dull parts to trudge through to get to them. Jennifer Wilde’s penchant for verbose purple prose and clothes porn, Riefe’s like a monkey banging away on a typewriter putting letters onto paper in random chaos, attempting for anything remarkable to appear. Janette Seymour who threw bodice ripping tropes one after another handled with surprising grace and sentiment or Mr. Melissa Hepburne who knew how to keep the pages turning with rompy, rapey/forced seduction stupidity or Mr. I tend to enjoy bodice rippers penned by male authors as they usually bring a lot of crazy-fun into their works. Yup, the hero and heroine have already met, fallen in love and gotten married before the book starts, so what the hell else is there? They make love on the ship while sailors bet on when they’ll finally leave their room for some fresh air. He has brought his bride, the English rose, Lisa, to meet his wealthy ship-building family in Rhode Island. The book opens with Ross Dandridge aboard a ship headed from Europe to the US. Barbara (Alan) Riefe’s “This Ravaged Heart” is a 1970’s Playboy Press bodice ripper and while it wasn’t a great book, it had enough bizarre twists to qualify for a grudgingly positive review.
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