Eternally Yours by Jennifer Malin
Yours, and boring.
Yours, and boring.
Oh dear, the hero is such a stereotypical meathead.
True chaos. Or insanity. Take your pick.
Let’s revisit one of the first werewolf romances to the hit the market back in 1994. It’s a bit dated in some aspects, but still.
The author has lost the plot, oh dear.
All the lunacy, and yet everything is still so… dead. Sigh.
This one is still one of the finest books from the author, even after all these years.
No trauma porn at all… kidding.
One great story, one good, one awful.
Why does this author keep writing those sexist pig heroes, and why do I find them charming?