Man, I've hit a wall with these romance books. A big-ass wall. When I space it out and read different books in between romance books, I'm like "Finally, a book with proper syntax and above a fifth grade reading level!"

That's not the only thing but just how similar they are with one another. It doesn't matter if the male character is a Scottish Highlander, a mercenary, a vampire, or a English duke, they all act like super uptight possessively jealous and hot-headed douches. I actually realized that its easier for me to buy into that dynamic when the guy is something other than human like a vampire or a werewolf because that's his supernatural instincts talking and obviously if he's a vampire or something, having the female character be scared of him (at first) is kind of expected. It's when that's not the case that I just think "Dude, take a rage dump." Any more testosterone and it'd be leaking out of his pores like the colored sweat in a Gatorade commercial.

And the bickering. So much bickering. Yeah, obviously it's better that the heroine can hold her own in an argument and is fiery or whatever the hell, but it doesn't make (for me, anyway) a compelling romance if I can't get the sense the characters LIKE each other, let alone LOVE each. Sure, lust factors into things (because its that kind of book) and maybe its too much to ask from a historical romance: the basic bitch of romance literature BUT if you're going to be a capital R Romance and not just erotica, that has to be something else and not just the male love interest threatening and manhandling the heroine and her fuming that he's "impossible" and "stubborn" but that's OMG so hawt. Dude! You shouldn't have to settle just for that mess!

I could outline the plot but really I can't remember anything about it even though I finished it FOUR days ago. It's THAT forgettable to me.