So, what’s a Mills & Boon written in 1978 like? Do you really want to know?
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.
I hope he falls flat on the heroine’s face and can’t get up until she’s dead. What, too mean?
Our hero offers to marry her to save her from evil uncles and awful pimps, so our heroine considers him an oppressor. Sigh.
It is sometimes a parody, sometimes a blast, sometimes adorable, but always fun, fun, fun.
Wow, this must be one of the most wrong romances I’ve read, and it’s still early in the year.
This is less of a self-fulfillment fantasy, more of a “read this many times before” small town yarn.
Finally Ryuu and Hiro have a chance at a happily ever after, but it’s kinda dull to follow them there.
This is as romantic as that song by John Legend… no, just kidding.
He’s a fireman who never does anything fireman-like. She’s a lover who obsesses over her ex. Perfect.
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.
No detailed descriptions of hip movements and clenching? Is this really a book by Velvet Carter?
Please tell me someone forgot to edit this thing. Otherwise, oh dear.
Oh look, the hero is terrified of the visions of lesbian porn orgies in his head. How sweet.
The title may be about changing games, but the author isn’t changing anything here. It’s that same story.
A magician and a pediatric oncologist in love. Sounds great, doesn’t it? The magic, however, is too muted for my liking.
Everything seems to be in order in this romantic steampunk adventure. Why am I so unmoved?
Deborah Simmons produces a contemporary romance, and it’s… well, I guess it’s fine. Nothing amazing, just okay.