Blue-Eyed Bandit by Stobie Piel
It is pretty bad, but sometimes bad can be a good thing. Occasionally.

It is pretty bad, but sometimes bad can be a good thing. Occasionally.

Things drag in the second half, but still… Egypt, people!

Cheesy outdoor sex is the most memorable thing about this dreary rehash of clichés.

By the numbers, this one is… well, by the numbers.

Reliance on slow tunes leads to boredom. How’s that for a revelation?

Someone has to die to get the heroine to come to her senses. How noble of that sod.

This ghostly anthology is definitely clear to go.

Someone is really trying very hard to be the new Catherine Anderson.

Yawn. This one feels like a join-the-dots, paint-by-numbers thing.

Combining happiness and bitterness in a bouncy brew.
