5 years ago
I don't care to read books with "hate each other" and yet we are supposed to get into the romance. Seems like I read one too many romances in the 1970s where up until last chapter there was no reason to believe the characters were falling in love or in love (or worse, one or both of them was actually awful, even abusive, to the other) — then *poof* it's true love at the end. With or without lust and even sex in the earlier chapters, straight or gay. Often with some secret or issue that a one sentence honest conversation could have cleared up,but that had to wait until the end.
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