Divine Assistant by Red Garnier
A hateful boss is a hateful boss. Not sexy.
A hateful boss is a hateful boss. Not sexy.
Same old, same old. Why bother? Can we have a were-octopus next time?
The author is trying way too hard to pretend that a professor sleeping with a grad student is really wholesome and sweet.
This is alright, but the sex scenes are the least interesting aspect of the story. Go figure.
From a literal Daddy to a figurative Daddy. Talk about a linear pattern of relationships with the opposite sex.
After this eye-rolling waste of time, I think I should take a break from this line for a much-needed sanity check.
Hold on, is it normal for folks to keep a vibrator in their work desk for play after office hours?
Our heroine throws herself into an impossible task and succeeds with minimal effort. Oh, and she gets a man in the process.
It’s really not easy to write a good romantic suspense, and this one makes a strong case for that.
The two men here are just whining and boinking while waiting for the wife of one of them to die. That’s the plot, in one sentence.