After some build-up, the author quickly tosses in the sex scenes and calls for a wrap. Did she have a train to catch or something?
SENPAI, PLEASE BUTT-SEX ME! DON’T SAY NO BECAUSE YOU WILL DESTROY ME AND I WILL DIE WITHOUT FEELING YOUR BIG SALAMI CLENCHED BY MY STRETCHABLE SPANDEX BUNS!
If you really must read this thing, do it in the bookstore or just wait until it’s heavily discounted at the Kindle store.
The heroine, alone and with no support from anyone, just has to fall for an opportunist who cares little about her reputation. Poor thing.
The silly instant-werewolf-sex-and-bond thing, sorry, romance ruins everything.
Good women must love kids, take care of the man’s things, blah blah, while bad women hate kids, love money, and like to party. Same old stuff.
How timely, this is a movie featuring two people in current TV shows from producer Ryan Murphy, reminding you as to how bad they are at acting.
Exotic? No such thing here. The cake, and everything else, is a lie.
More like, wrapped in tired old clichés to make anyone fall asleep.
Another story where two mismatched persons are forced to stay together because of a brat. Sigh.
Oh look, it’s another “let’s pretend this is a really dark story” half-arsed thing from the author.
You will never get to leave Downhill Alley! Never!
For fans of Downton Abbey! Except, it’s more like Downhill Alley.
It breaks my heart how I’m not reacting positively to the author’s books so far.
Not just a friend, more like something left in a litter box.
Like most Christmas cash-in stories, this one is pretty pointless unless you are a die-hard Cynster fan who MUST read anything with them in it.
I’ve been pretty sick the last few days and was hoping a foursome romp would pick my spirit up a bit. Should’ve stuck with paracetamols.
Who cares about the book? Let’s party, people, the series is finally over!
I am a fan of the author’s works under another pseudonym, but this one doesn’t resonate with me at all.
Hopefully, this flat and draggy movie is indeed the last of its kind.