When He Was Wicked

This has some of my favorite sex scenes in any romance I've ever read. I'm not sure I have a lot to say about it beyond that, but it was definitely a fun read - I stayed up way too late last night finishing it and the second epilogue as well. (Which I know people apparently love, but meh, it was well-written but cliched as hell.)

After thinking about it longer, god, I hate the second epilogue of this book. I hate the “infertility can be cured by true love” thing in general, but it makes even less sense in historicals, when there's no such thing as modern interventions. Sometimes people are infertile even if they really want children. I feel like there are a lot more interesting stories to be told about dealing with that then there are about infertility being magically cured by a happily-ever-after.