There I was, reading along on a pretty straightforward sci-fi tale of a badass commander, assigned to clean up a ragamuffin department on a spaceship while dealing with some serious trauma after her last ship exploded, when BLAMMO! All of a sudden I’m reading a romance? The hell? I’m not always anti-romance, and I love me some Georgette Heyer, but I am a little more anti-romance than usual right now (the divorce was final October 12, woooo!) and this was just so unexpected! It’s clumsily […]
Cordelia and Aral Vorkosigan would be mortified by this sloppy excuse for a sci-fi romance
The Outback Stars by Sandra McDonald

