It's Christmas, and Maggie Merriweather had rather be naughty than nice. When this feisty grade school teacher sets out to foil opening day of duck season, Maggie never expects to lock horns with Tupelo's bad boy banker, Adam Trent, let alone feel the urge to rip his shirt off! Can she save the ducks without losing herself? Adam vows to subdue the spirited crusader. But when a snowstorm strands them, he discovers he'd rather woo than subdue. Can two people whose principles are poles apart ever turn Christmas bells into wedding bells?
Can someone please put a ZERO STARS rating in these reviews?
TAMING MAGGIE by Peggy Webb, was, in a word, vomit worthy. The "heroine" goes from being a strong, determined, honorable woman, an animal rights activist with a good heart and a wonderful soul, to being a weak willed, whiny, oversexed second grade teacher with no backbone, no will, and a mind wrapped around falling into bed with a totally useless spoiled rotten rich boy. A rich boy who is not only determined to put Maggie in her place, to "tame" her (what, is she some kind of illiterate savage to be 'tamed'?), but is also a hunter. A man who rants about how "noble" hunting is, how "manly" while hiding in blinds, sneaking around downwind, and then shooting defenseless animals from far away with high powered rifles. Oh, yea. Manly" and "powerful" and "noble"..... wow. Sort of like holding down children and beating them to death is! Yea! If hunting is so "manly" why doesn't her little rich boy get himself a knife and go stalk his prey and take it down with knife and his teeth? Now THAT would be manly. What this guy and all his little buddies do is cowardly - and she laps it up like a dog licking his privates.
So. No matter how well she was raised by her widowed father to be a strong, independent, loving woman with principles, we get her panting after the guy like a mindless bitch in heat - even though he stands for everything she hates and is determined to fight against. She might as well have laid on the ground and let him wipe his feet on her. Actually, that is exactly what she does in this disaster of a book.
It was actually disappointing in that I really thought, at first, that she was going to be a character I could like - until she rolled over and showed her belly. Ugh. There were multiple opportunities for her to state her case in a reasonable, logical manner. Instead, the author makes her 'heroine' basically illiterate. Instead of standing up on the check writing table in the little rich boys bank and stating her case after he humiliates her in the paper, she blathers and goes all weak in the knees over "Oh, he's so hot!" God. 12 much? Oh, I am sure there was an HEA at the end, but I couldn't make it even a third of the way through before wishing it was in paper so I could rip the book up and use it to line the cat box.
0 stars, and can someone hand me a trash can so I can toss my Christmas Cookies??