Enough with reviewing sweet and lovely romances. Let’s take a look at something awful and absurd: Robin Schone’s The Lady’s Tutor, a Regency romance of the “sexual tutor” variety. If you want to read a good book featuring this trope, proceed immediately to Sarah MacLean’s One Good Earl Deserves a Lover, consciously ignore the jejeune titling, and have at it.
The Lady’s Tutor fails on many fronts, but there was one aspect of the book, one word actually that sums up everything that is wrong with this fornicaterrific novel. That one word does not encompass the story elements that include
- Villainy smeared with sexual deviance and a dollop of you-have-got-to-be-kidding.
- Prejudice that the “exotic” man knows the sensual arts by virtue of being foreign.
- The fact that The Lady’s Tutor includes concepts like “the sensual arts”.
- A hero so
welloverly-endowed as to be simultaneously laughable and alarming.
- The hero’s mother advising the heroine to relax her throat muscles to accommodate her son’s aforementioned equine resemblance
- The hero sharing horrific and devastating personal information during coitus.
… but it comes darn close. The one word that sums up all that is wrong with this fornicaterrific novel is “pubes”. The Lady’s Tutor, a Regency romance by Robin Schone, includes the word “pubes” not once, not twice, but three times. PUBES! THREE TIMES!
Why are you still reading? I can’t possibly add to or augment that one salient detail.