After Midnight… by Maggie Shayne
Three horrible, horrible stories in one deadly volume.
Three horrible, horrible stories in one deadly volume.
One man, three idiotic women.
This is such a beautiful movie so full of feels.
The hero is the most unprofessional cop ever, letting his small head do his thinking.
This is a meh debut effort that tries too hard to emulate its betters.
Ooh, the hero is a genuine bad boy that can blow anything Anne Stuart can come up with. Nice.
This mess has its winsome moments, but it’s all over the place.
This supposedly feminist romantic comedy won’t happen if the heroine didn’t look like Penélope Cruz. So much for that, then.
Warning, warning: the hero is a twit and the heroine is a martyr. Cue eye rolls galore.
This one is not every exciting, is it?