One Knight in Venice by Tori Phillips
Renaissance Italy! Nice.

Renaissance Italy! Nice.

The secondary characters are so much more fun than the main couple. Is that how everything is supposed to be?

This is one book fantastically devoid of any sign of intelligence.

Ugh, the hero is such a gaping sore-covered anus.

Where’s the magic? In the bank accounts? You don’t need magic for that kind of fun…

It’s a good read, but its determination to emulate a fashion magazine spread can be a downer at times.

Another heroine who turns dumb dumb after falling for some boring git. Charming.

The heroine loves to talk. And cry. And cry. And cry. And cry…

I love dogs too, but this one is just something that should have never been published.

Short and simple – this one sucks. Really!
