Reading this book is like sleeping with the smarmiest, most insufferable literature professor in college – no amount of alcohol can wash away the shame..
Ooh, there’s nothing like a sad tortured creative soul of a hero who is blue without going all whiny and self-pitying.
Deep issues, shallow puddles. I’m left craving for something more substantial.
I don’t mind reading this book. I just wish I hadn’t paid full price for it.
Did an adult write this one? Really?
What works well in RPG tabletop games may not work as well in novels. When will these people ever learn?
This is ultimately a tale of martyrdom. It’s okay, but I’ll save my adoration for something else.
This is not a thrilling spy romance. It’s just one guy constantly whining and wringing his hands all the time.
The hero can really bring on the noble fool for love act that has me thinking of lovely things.
Hero and heroine must pretend to be married and I nearly slip into a coma.
The hero is adorable, the heroine is deplorable. Guess I can’t have everything.
It’s supposed to be a tearjerker tale of love and healing, but I can’t control my laughter.
There is more meat on the cover art than in the entire story.
The heroine insists on thinking and doing things, when she isn’t cut out for any of that.
Beauty fades, dumb is forever, and books like this are a waste of time and money.
Crazy violent people, limbs flying everywhere amidst the ha-ha’s… yes, it’s a book by Shelly Laurenston.
There are many small little flaws that add up to bog this story down a bit.
A TBR Challenge 2015 review. She survived the Titanic, and gave me a headache.
The author tries to make her “doormat on sale, get yours now” heroine charming and adorable. Doesn’t work, sorry.
I was having fun… until the always silly “No condom? No problem, I’m on the Pill!” nonsense shows up.