Either we have a young Anne Stuart in the making or someone who tries too hard. Time will tell, I guess.
The author still has it. Now, if only she would apply her magic to her longer works.
One’s a clingy baby, one’s a go-getter player. Guess which one is the hero. (Hint: the cry baby.)
The heroine is great, but the rest of the story is either okay or cracked.
How dangerous can wandering around a haunted-looking house be?
This is one of the sweetest darlings of a three-oogie read I’ve come across.
A competently written tale of played out drama. The author is far too good for this book, I’d like to think.
Come scream at people taking ten hours to cross the kitchen and other scary stuff.
Threesomes, everybody-somes… wait a minute, monogamous happy endings? What kind of erotica is this?
It’s both a fun trashy read and a manual on how cheating married men behave and think.
The whole thing is like taking drugs while listening to hippie music. Quite… interesting.
It loses a lot of cool points for leaving out Go Down Singing, the Tumblr anthem of the 2010s.
This is a lovely reminder of every sweeping soundtrack music you’ve heard before.
This is less of a self-fulfillment fantasy, more of a “read this many times before” small town yarn.
This is as romantic as that song by John Legend… no, just kidding.
Pigs must be flying, because there is a grade A asshole hero sighted in a Julia Quinn book.
A TBR Challenge 2015 review. New adult is about the angst of getting raped, having tattoos, etc. This one, however, feels curiously lightweight.
The title may be about changing games, but the author isn’t changing anything here. It’s that same story.
This movie needs to be ten times more absurd and offensive than it actually is.
Well, at least now Katy Perry isn’t the oldest pop tart pretending to be 21.