Progress has been made, and it’s unfair to judge something based on where it used to be.īesides, I think anyone reading Stormfire expecting a vile puddle of anti-feminist, patriarchal piss will be somewhat pleasantly surprised. Books like this are what give romance novels their bad name, though it’s worth pointing out that Stormfire is, at this point, more that 30 years past its initial publication. It is the quintessential Bodice Ripper, dating from back when the genre was darker, more violent, and, well…a lot more problematic. Locked in a love-hate duel, he did not suspect that the captivating beauty who fought him with such tenacity was struggling desperately against her own awakened desires, and that his touch had become the burning reminder that the fierce hatred she felt for him had become an all-consuming love.įor many readers who’ve invested time into the romance genre, Christine Monson’s Stormfire needs no introduction.

Her fiery innocence was a seduction that lured the passions of long smoldering hostility into a blazing inferno of desire. But even as Sean vowed to have his revenge on Catherine, with each encounter he became more attracted to her. Abducted on her way to boarding school, a terrified Catherine Enderly was brought from England to the coast of Ireland, the prisoner of the angry and powerful young Sean Culhane-a man sworn to vengeance against her family.įrightened but defiant, the young countess met her captor with a strength that belied her fragile loveliness.

Stormfire by christine monson