The author turns into a different kind of beast when it comes to the sex scenes. Pretty impressive.
Joss Whedon once again proves that he’s overrated when it comes to his ability as a writer and director.
Stripper zombie women vs four people. Now that’s a party.
It’s not bad at all, for a gamebook by RA Montgomery.
How many ways can the author portray Australians as freaks of the century? Many, many ways!
It is never about this book. It’s all about the next book, when Lyon Whatshisname finally faces the firing squad.
A story set in the Bahamas, and I’m ready to party. Long after the last page, I’m still waiting to party.
There are many dramatic moments here, and the romance is lost in there, somewhere.
Violence, gritty reality, trauma. and then cut to Vanessa Williams singing Colors of the Wind. Yeah. what the heck.
The heroine mouths and acts sassy like a Disney TV heroine, and then pulls out a condom. That’s so wrong.
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.