Enjoyment two-to-three, depending on how much I'm rolling my eyes at any given time, quality a generous two, if that. The writing's snappy and the Hero and Heroine have chemistry - it's Chase, after all - but that does not excuse the incredible, egregiously awful portrayal of The Foreign East. Plucky English Lass is kidnapped as a twelve-year-old by Evil Egyptians, who barely even rate set dressing, unless they're doing something horrible-but-not-too-graphic-because-she-has-to-remain-a-virgin-for-the-Hero to the Plucky English Lass.
I mean, yes, it's a romance novel. I'm not expecting a sensitive and nuanced portrayal of a clash of cultures. I am
expecting more than Mickey Rooney in Breakfast at Tiffany's.