NOT A ROMP.
Ms. Higgins, I have a BONE to pick with you.
You are supposed to be light. You are supposed to be a romp. That's what everyone says: a romp. You are supposed to be sweet and happy and bubbly and frothy.
You know what I got from this book, Ms. Higgins? Soggy kleenex is what.
You made me cry like a little bitch, Ms. Higgins. I'm talking weepy, sniffly, unattractively moist sobs and hiccups. That bittersweet secondary romance? The way you spun out the tension on our poor Heroine, tighter and tighter and tighter until the HEA was in real, true, serious jeopardy? ROMPFAIL.
Hmpph. I do not read romance because I like sobbing into tissues.
And really, it's the rare author who can accomplish that. So, okay, you're an AWESOME author who writes a FANTASTICALLY emotional romance.
Fine. Be that way.
Disclaimer: Purchased at retail.