Bordering absurdity
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By Swooof
There’s fiction and then there’s Catherine Coulter’s ridiculous attempts at fiction. This book, albeit better than Riptide, had too many storylines that never meshed, defying logic. The characters had no depth, and her heroes always have blue or green eyes, and the villains are described so stereotypically, either short, squat mafia types or Snidely Whiplash, the Dudley DoRight villain. And, as always, the hero falls in love with the damsel in distress, and she falls in love with him. Same stuff, different names, locations, and times. And, of course, her classic contrived endings...
Having said all of this, I guess it’s obvious that I don’t recommend this book. Pure nonsense. I’m done reading her books.