So, fresh off the delicious tragedy of Code Name Verity, I read The Spymaster's Lady, which was a romance I had seen recced multiple places. AND IT WAS FUCKING TERRIBLE. Like, even for a fucking historical romance.
The breaking point for me was the horrific sex scene, in which "the hero" is fondling the naked "heroine" and she's going, "I don't want to have sex" and "the hero" literally goes, "yes you do, and I'm going to keep touching you until you tell me yes." This being romance, he was correct, but I wanted to throw up.
Other things that were terrible:
1.) despite being a spy for ten years and having the text imply that she was raped on the first page, "the heroine" was an unspoiled, untouched virgin who had never known a man's body before.
2.) "the heroine" choose over and over again not to kill people who were trying to kill her. I hate that kind of behavior just on general principles but I LOATHE it in female characters, because it ties into centuries of sexist bullshit about women being the gentler sex. Basically, if a fictional chick is choosing not to kill people when her life is in danger or other people's lives are in danger, even if this position is supported by the text and other characters, the only thing I think is YOU ARE WEAK, WEAK, WEAK and I want you to die.
Help me, flist, you are my only hope: do you have any recommendations for WWII romances (or romances in general) that do not insult my intelligence and end happily (as a subset of the above, I would also accept happy Steve Rogers/Peggy Carter fanfic).