The Bad Luck Wedding Night by Geralyn Dawson
The hero treats everyone well, even being their doormat. Well, except the heroine – that one he treats like dirt.
The hero treats everyone well, even being their doormat. Well, except the heroine – that one he treats like dirt.
What’s better than one neurotic kook? Two neurotic kooks, of course!
All posturing, no substance. Meh.
The heroine in this one is awful enough to negate all the good things about the rest of the story.
This is a case of the author trying too hard to be edgy and hip, only to end up pretentious as hell.
So this is what happens when Elmer Fudd goes hunting in a tugboat!
Now, here’s an okay story almost ruined by a careless typo.
Sinatra, mafia, love, sex, mayhem, lint-lined pussies… oh my!
A story where the hero tries desperately to stop the heroine from being an imbecile. How fun.
I have no clue what is happening here, and what little I do get seems silly to me. Next!