Thanks to Simon also, I am never allowed to forget that the author has created a contrived tortured hero whenever that idiot plot device opens his big mouth. The heroine, as a result, is silenced into guilt-of-privilege-motivated compliance when she could have stood up to the hero. Simon here seems to have one sole function in the story: to remind the heroine (and me) that Sin had a horrible childhood of bastardy and lack of acceptance, he has no friends, he is so lonely, et cetera. The moment her brainpower shows up, wham! Ms MacGregor whacks it back down with her hammer.Ĭallie is dragged even further under by the author’s the Loyal Best Friend of the Hero plot device. Let’s have her be so grateful that he saved Jamie that she immediately falls into a deep 100% “he must be a kind man, he really must be, I trust him and he’s so-oo-oo hot!” trance.Ĭallie can string her thoughts together, that’s a good thing, but she’s like those frog things in those “Whack the frog” game machines. When she can have the upper hand, let her see Sin’s bleeding wound and have her, like all heroines inbred with the Pavlovian instinct to drop everything, bend over, and heal, fall over in a flurry to nurse the very man she was calling a foe a while earlier. When she escapes, let’s make Jamie wander off and has her running back to Sin to get that brat back. Circumstances are such that she is never allowed to even come close to matching Sin in terms of trying to win their battle of wills.
This story is enjoyable, but it is like following a very obviously-rigged soccer match. Yup, that’s the problem I’m talking off: the author’s cutting off the heroine at the knees, a frequent problem I have with this author’s books. Callie isn’t going to take all this lying down, however, but her brother Jamie is the perfect plot device for the author to cut Callie off at the knees. Henry has a new mission for him: wed Caledonia MacNeely, a hostage, and go back to Scotland and squash some rebellious pests sulking around Scotland. Today, he is Henry’s assassin, sorry, “private advisor”. The Saracens trained him to be an assassin, but the mojo of King Henry manage to make our hero a turncoat.
This was, of course, during the Crusades. Our hero, Sin MacAllister, as a boy was sold by the knight he was a squire to to the Saracens. I enjoy myself with Born in Sin (and wondering why this author’s Sherrilyn Kenyon persona can’t be as this fun), but in the end, my reservations keep me from giving this book a full recommendation. My problem with this book, one that really distracts me while reading it, is probably exclusive only to me, so take this review with a bit more salt than you usually do.
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