Why does the author keep doing this to me? What did I do to deserve all this agony?
With so many erotic stuff out there, this one needs something special to distinguish itself from the rest. Too bad, only the title seems to get the trick halfway done.
Some books are good, some are bad. This one is just so average that I can’t get worked up to form any strong opinion about it.
I’ve got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby. Come with me Friday, don’t say maybe…
Ooh! Intelligent, sensible good people with chemistry and passion. Do you have any idea how hard it can be to find such a story?