It’s set in show business, and like 90% of other romances set in show business, it’s just dumb.
The romance is fine, the pacing is solid, the premise is good… but the plot! Where’s the suspense?
Is this a standalone story, or a thinly-veiled ad and fanservice for the author’s Lady Julia Grey books?
Candace Shaw’s Kimani debut is as lively as the newest arrival in the neighborhood morgue. Zzzzzz…
With Siren of Gaul, we’re moving right into old-school Bertrice Small-type historical bodice rippers. Oh joy.
This gorgeously illustrated book is almost as good as a trip to space itself.
Mamü Vies goes all B-grade action movie on everybody in Dog Pound, and it’s great. Except, I want more violence, more blood!
Here’s a collection of stuff from one of Malaysia’s more popular horror authors. It’s too bad that I can’t get with his style.
Zachary Black: Duke of Debauchery! He’s dumb, cruel, and melodramatic… just perfect for the histrionic idiot martyr heroine.
Hadi M Nor has charisma, uniqueness, nerve, talent. Now, if only he knows what he wants to do with all that style.
It’s a sexy romantic anthology that isn’t sexy or romantic. Let’s Dim the Lights out of shame, then?
Daemons and cholera, Crimean War and evil goddesses – The Devil Lancer sure knows how to hit all the right spots.
A sci-fi and fantasy anthology with a Kickstarter/Indiegogo theme? Surprisingly, it works wonderfully.
Easily one of the dumbest stories I’ve read, and worst of all, now I can’t get a Taylor Swift song out of my head.
Last Fight by Liane Merciel is everything I want a Dragon Age book to be. It gives me life and gets me ready to kick some ass.
Debut efforts tend to flounder as often as they fly, but Sheryl Lister’s irrational heroine in Just to Be With You sinks this one.
Keith Ross organizes another tour to Cthulhu’s playground in Dead But Dreaming 2, and it’s as much a blast as the last time he did this.
Christine Merrill’s The Truth About Lady Felkirk is almost a great, complicated read. Maybe if it has more pages? It’s very readable, but missing something.
Christmas anthologies tend to be more misses than hits, unless you’re soused on alcohol, that is. Wild West Christmas is no different. Nothing wild here.
Ooh, Renaissance Italy! The scenery is lovely, and the narrative is pretty engaging. But this is a revenge plot with so little emotional pay-off, so… eh.