Aw. Seriously. Aw. This was such a cute book I could just cuddle it. The lead male is a feared warlord who reminded me of Darth Vader (that is how I pictured him in my head, full face mask, billowing cape, and all). Grumpy and mean, his name is Tavik, and he decides Lady Naomi is to be his wife. So he brands her with his symbol declaring her well and truly conquered. Naturally, he falls for her and as you learn more about him you see he’s really just a big old softie inside who needs his face to be fixed.
Naomi is a spritely protagonist. She's gusty, and fun, and takes dramatic events in her stride, got to admire that in a female. She deals with her new husband in spectacular fashion and manages to deflower him and steal his loyalty away from a dreadful war-god he bound himself to when he was young.
What I liked most about this book is that Naomi and Tavik have to learn to love each other despite the fact they drive each other crazy, and, they don’t trust each other (to be honest, I wouldn't be too fond of the guy who burnt his face into my skin either). I like that she didn't lose her marbles the second she found The One, and continued to want to return home to her family. She sticks to her guns, and when she realizes her family will be just fine without her she wastes no time in getting back to her man.
I have to say though, some parts of the story were too ... convenient. It was effortless for Naomi to do some of the things she pulls off when it shouldn’t have been. And her family reaction to her leaving was ridiculous. If I told my mother I was leaving and never coming back she would chain my ass to radiator and demand I explain myself.
In closing, I grabbed this on a whim because of the title (unique, quirky), and was happy it was better than I expected. If you've got a free day, give it a try.