Wicked Angel by Shirl Henke
Ugh, a waste of time.

Ugh, a waste of time.

Harlequin Superromance celebrates its 1,000th book by serving clichés.

Adultery and amour and everything nice. The daughters all need to jump off a cliff, though.

Even the futuristic setting can’t save this one from being an obnoxious bore.

I like it, but it is also a bit too sweet for my liking.

This one tries too hard to be funny when it should be trying harder to be more memorable.

Ooh, it’s a bomb! Get it?

Spies! Secret agents! Who can’t focus because they are too busy quarreling with one another! Oops.

Is it ever a good idea to channel Barbara Cartland?

The whole thing is too rushed to be satisfactory.
