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This is one of those books that make me wonder at myself. As in, "Why Shannon, why?" I've read more than a few of Banks' erotic romance novels, and there's been at least one that I absolutely loved, but this was one of her early e-books and the writing is pretty bad.

The premise is simple: a trio of brothers who are fated (!) to share one woman between them - just like their fathers did, and grandfathers before them - one morning find a woman unconscious in the snow outside their home in the foothills of the Rockies, and lo! she's the one. And even though Holly is fleeing her husband on their wedding night (turns out he's a criminal and a murderer - and she's just naive and silly), she has no problem responding to these three big men.

Holly is such a bloody twit. Worse than a twit - she's an idiot. How could someone grow up so completely naive? (And it galls me when these romance authors - Christine Feehan also does this (and the characters here seem practically stolen out of Feehan novels) - calls them "sweet and gentle" and "feminine" ugh ick) All the characters here are laughable, but they do have great four-way sex. I probably wouldn't have a problem with polygamy if it meant women could have multiple male partners - fair's fair. Though, after reading this, the women in both situations appear taken advantage of. It's a fantasy, having three men dote on you, but in reality one man is more than enough work! How stifling would it be to have three?

I think it's a favourite theme of Maya Banks', because this is, ah, the third book of hers that features more than two men and one woman. While the writing was bad and the characters laughable, would you believe me if I said that while I was reading it I actually enjoyed it? It wasn't until after I'd finished it that I had to blink and shake myself. I guess I was happy to go with the flow on this one, however silly it is.