How could I get so lucky to read three poorly written books in a row? Well, I'm a reading challenge junky, that's why.

Anyway, after two books with princes in leading roles of arrogant, snobbish, jaded, chest-thumping, blue-blooded, asshole heroes, we finally got to the good stuff in this third (and thank you, whoever!) last installment in this trilogy set in the imaginary Italian/French/Spanish/whatever principality on an island called Mardivino (which means "divine sea" in Italian, even though it's an island, but whatever). We got the king, ladies and gentlemen, the last in the Cacciatore royal line, searching for a blue-blooded virgin to marry.

Wow, I've never heard of that plot-device before.

If just the heroes name made me laugh (who names their son, even a royal one, John Iron?!), you can imagine what the rest of the story did, complete with clichés à la a virgin, naive, and rather stupid heroine and her slutty almost-would-be-queen, and did I mention the arrogant hero? Yep, I guess I did.

A half star more for making me laugh. Sure, it was a rather hysterical laughter, but let's not split hairs.