I AM MAD. AND I AM SHOCKED. 
 When I read the blurb, I expected a sexier version of Dreaming of You or something similar. I've read 2 of Jess Michaels' books before, so I expected at least a decently written story. I expected at the very fucking least a decent romance between two people who couldn't resist the attraction between them, despite the obvious difference in their social stations. 
 And what the fuck did I get? 
 A wishy-washy invertebrate of a heroine who didn't know what she wanted in life. And a hero who persuaded her to have anal sex--just because he was so desperate to be inside her but he promised not to take her virginity. 
 ANAL SEX. 
 IN A ROMANCE NOVEL. 
 IN A HISTORICAL ROMANCE NOVEL. 
 WHAT THE FUCKING HELL. 
 I usually overlook historical inaccuracies but I draw the line with this one. What the fuck. Breaching the backside during those times was considered taboo. It was not as okay as Marcus played it out to be. 
 But this wasn't what really irked the shit out of me. It was why he did it that really pissed me off. 
 He did that just because he was selfish, because he wanted to take his pleasure but couldn't do so. GO DIE MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!! 
 And the heroine wasn't any better. She was so fucking useless and stupid that I wanted to kill her to put her out of her misery. She wanted intercourse with him in one instant, and then would cry off at the other. Seriously, girl, grow a brain cell during your spare time. 
 FUCK. I wasted two fucking hours for this bullshit. If you're suicidal or just bored with life, read this. If not, then save your money and read a real book.