Aykut ripped a chunk off a massive dried meat thing he called wolf-sized jerky with his pearly-white eye tooth before he returned his hand to the steering wheel. “On a personal level, I’ve never liked First Legate Gideon, always prancing around in his fancy clothes, wearing all that jewelry like a fucking—”
“Christmas Tree?” I raised my eyebrows.
The wolf snorted. “I was about to say prince, but yep that’s equally fitting. I admire him for his keen analyses and clever strategies, but h
I know we, my protagonists and I, are a difficult bunch. Some readers gave up in the middle of the story. Some cursed Jonah, Ren, Chris, and me, but almost everyone loves Michael. Thank you so much, for making it through and loving RRS.
Or you could say whatever romance is not the same as whatever fiction. Not being realistic is one of the main points of criticism of the romance genre, hence @Zombie mentioned escapism.
Thank you, Dan. I'm happy you found this series and read and commented on every installment. I did a lot of research for these stories and I'm always glad when it is appreciated.