She and her twin brother, Marcel, has been soldiers assigned to serve as Prince Damian's guards. Summary: Alex is actually Alexa, a 17-year old girl, disguised as a 20-year old man in the army. Alexa's head is so high up her ass that it actually reaches her heart, and that's my only explanation for the overwhelming amount of romance in this book. A girl disguised as a boy, serving as a soldier.

You know why I'm making so many random Mulan references? Because that's what this book promised me, in a goddamned nutshell. If you took away all the breaths that goes aflutter and the pitterpatter of fucking heartbeats, this book would be around 50 pages instead of the original 300+.

Rest assured, there will be a rant on that, with many words starting with F and ending in UCK, but for now, let's stick to the main issue at hand, which is to say, the problem with this book is the fact that it is a goddamned romance and nothing more, complete with much sighing, much longing, much 'I CAN SEE HIS SOUL THOUGH HIS EYES' crap and a love triangle. Let's just overlook the fact that there are fucking rape farm/breeding houses for a moment, because there are bigger problems at play here. I am so fucking sick of heroines who spend their supposedly ass-kicking selves sobbing and crying and fucking feeeeeeeeeeling things and checking out her fellow half-naked soldiers wondering things like, my god, how did I not notice how fucking HOT his body looks when he's dripping with sweat! It's a fucking reverse harem! I am just so bloody tired of so-called bad-ass heroines who do fucking nothing to prove that they're capable. Blood flows overwhelmingly to the penis instead of the brain.

Defy by sara b larson