The Sparkling One by Susan Mallery
Selling out can be a sad thing to behold.
Selling out can be a sad thing to behold.
This one deserves a Siberian suplex to the head.
Oh good, all that whipping and self-flagellation. Are we sure they are not in a cult?
No gold here. Maybe a copper.
The author seems to know only one type of story to tell. Hmm.
Far from it, actually. Messy suspense soon overtakes the romance.
All the annoying nonsense in a single volume.
The author wants to make the heroine a former bully, only to chicken out halfway and end up nowhere.
The childishness is unmistakable too, and annoying.
Wretched whiners and martyrs are everywhere here. Be careful.