All Shook Up by Susan Andersen
How many times can you feel sorry for a self-pitying bad boy?
How many times can you feel sorry for a self-pitying bad boy?
Dreaming, dreams of dreamy dreaming… in dream.
It’s like Bram Stoker on acid.
Another asshole vicar hero in a romance novel. What happened to all the nice ones?
The intrigue is enjoyable, but the hero’s recalcitrance is obnoxious to follow.
No, this is not Superman porn. Shame, it’d probably be more interesting if it was.
Con te partirò, su navi per mari, che io lo so, no no non esistono più…
So I’m easy. Give me hot, hot scenes and I’ll bite.
Compared to the comics, this one is surprisingly toothless.
It was so good, until it got really dumb closer to the end.