There's that old playground saying, "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." Well, Greg King started to fool me the second time, but I finally wised up. Abandoned. In retrospect, it's telling that the "reviews" are all by authors of similar works; I'm sure he returned the favor.
This is shallow and gossipy and patronizing. Affairs and jewels and feuds; so much for the worsening world situation, domestic political upheaval, or the plight of the peasants. As for the patronizing, just as one example: in the introduction, King says that then-rubles translate into US$10 at the current rate. And yet, each and every time he mentions a figure in rubles, he feels compelled to add a parenthetical translation, e.g. 45 rubles ($450 in 2005 figures) or 200,000 rubles ($2,000,000 in 2005 figures), every. single. time. I'm glad of the help, I suppose; that pesky multiplying by ten can trip me up.
This is not absolutely terrible, hence the second star. If you know nothing at all about the end of the Romanovs, you'll become conversant with the players, albeit with King's slant on things. It could be a good beach read. But to paraphrase, after a while, I couldn't pick it up. There's not enough going on here to engage even the semi-serious reader. Read Nicholas and Alexandra instead if you haven't.