I wish that my hate for this book was more passionate or complex but I just found it obnoxious. Sure, it's crazy offensive but not in the spectacular way that To Sail Beyond the Sunset was. I would go to war with that terrible book but I doubt I'll remember anything that happened in this one come next month. Except i will remember when the hero romantically offered the heroine a few minutes to decide if she wanted to willingly sleep with him or be raped again. She agrees because she'd fallen in love with him for reasons (I don't know what they were but she said she had them). Then magic ensued, I guess, but I was distracted thinking about the villainous woman that had earlier rouged up her nipples and worn a transparent dress.