When you were drunk years ago, you said if you ever got a woman pregnant even if she was a walking tart, you'd marry her. You said that; even if she was a tart.The constant hilarity this book provoked was on two main levels; my sheer cynicism and the random wordplay in fits of the bloomin' vapors. The hero, whilst revenge bound -- isn't the legendary BR hero I'm accustomed to, so his demands came across as petulant and underwhelming. This happy anticipation of off-the-wall knuckle dragging, never quite made it. The author is apparently on the PC bandwagon and on the whole, the hero was quite well mannered in comparison. No damning presence or infliction of the heroine's past reflected enough to even find her pedo-pretend-papa too overly offensive or the second-leading male's former castration. No one suffered to the point where it struck my ire, or readily banked vindictiveness. Only a handful of pages were all that diverse, the rest were reworded shit-fits that didn't make it passed slappery.So many irrelevant characters were thrown into the mix; even [key] figures, and was as if to say, "AH HA! We knew it was you all along, . Wait, who are you, again?" This book provoked no real emotions in me; it read easily, and wasn't demanding in any manner. The author has great penmanship, even if every spectrum was basically covered, and there was no underline 'mystery' to look forward to. What hidden elements were guessable at best, but the cutesy foreplay like tug-of-war, was intriguing as a means of a comparison with the true bodice rippers of yesteryear.
