It starts out solid, but then becomes somewhat a disappointment.
For better or worse, this author is finally on my radar.
It’s a great thing that the romance is exquisite, as the sugary sweetness of everything else eventually gets to me.
Sleeping with the ex-con next door is supposed to be simple and uncomplicated. Yeah, right.
Wait, this is actually pretty fun! Alright then, let’s get the party started.
Nothing really groundbreaking here, but it’s fun, and that counts for something.
I’m a bit lost especially during the first few chapters, but what the heck, PARTY CITY!
Yes, this is nowhere as good as the other book. But it can still cut my heart up into pieces.
There are times when these folks sound more like Sarah Brightman that Sarah Brightman does these days.
Who knew working in constructing the Empire State Building is this frightening?
And I’m the happiest of them all, because this story is so cute!
I may have to take back most of the things I’ve said about the author in the past.
Wait, didn’t Harlequin push Jeannie Lin out the door? Anyway, hello again, welcome back.
Alaska Thunderfuck, glamtron alien, versus Alaska, the comedy queen turned AAA Girl. Who will emerge the victor?
This movie is so sexist, creepy, plot-free, crap, disgustingly exploitative, misogynist… it’s actually amazing.
You know what kills me about this book? Not being able to give it five oogies.
How many albums down already? She’s still consistently going, bless her.
It’s like a Stephanie Plum movie where the heroine is genuinely kick-ass and bad-ass. Awesome!
Could this be? A book by Julia Justiss without flesh-rending melodramatic displays of self flagellation?
This is a collection of three Mills & Boon stories, one each from the 1960s, 1970s, and 1980s. Surprisingly, I’ve had fun.