Having been enticed into reading this book by the lovely cover, and the stated premise indicated by the title, I'd not progressed very far before wrinkling my brow and inspecting the spine of the book. The writing, while good, seemed very simplistic in style, and I thought perhaps it was for the `young adult'. But no, not that, apparently. Well, then, maybe an `English as Second Language' or `Beginning Adult Reader' book, all of which are necessary ingredients in the overall literacy program. But if so, I couldn't find any indication of it.
And then I encountered the two plot elements that I most despise in any romance novel. The young miss, just out of the schoolroom who positively enchants the sophisticated, older, usually, battle-hardened warrior, at least ten years older than the child--and--the child doesn't even come up to the top of his shoulder. Either of these are grotesque, in my opinion, and I could happily live the rest of my life without ever again encountering either of them in any book I might read.
And make no mistake about this `child' bride. She is constantly referred to as a child, at least during the first third of the book. What gives here, I wondered? At this point I read the reviews, and came to the following conclusion.
No one is perfect every time out, and that includes all authors of any longevity, even those with a huge backlist, and years spent on the best-seller lists.
Even Tiger Woods loses occasionally.
This book is just an aberration, so get over it, and go on to the next one. I found more than enough indications that Royal Bride was indeed written by Joan Wolf, so that's not a problem for me. I'll still read her next one, no question.