The Baron Next Door by Erin Knightley
The hero can really bring on the noble fool for love act that has me thinking of lovely things.
The hero can really bring on the noble fool for love act that has me thinking of lovely things.
The hero in this one is a major downgrade from Gerard Butler. Still, there’s always Eva Green.
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.
Poor Bobby Fischer. It turns out that he’s just a poor mentally unhinged guy oppressed by the government and capitalism and whatever.
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.
This one has very little conflict. Hence, it’s alright but try recalling details about it shortly after you’re done with it.