
Arizona Gold by Maggie James
This is a standard rollicking Western romance, It’s okay, we all have read this before.

This is a standard rollicking Western romance, It’s okay, we all have read this before.
It’s no coincidence that this book shares a title with a preachy crappy TV show.
Watch out, the paraillusions will get you, so try not to fall asleep…
Hmm, the sequel doesn’t live up to the, er, promise of the previous book.
This whole thing feels like a bad accident from start to finish.
A ghost and a man can make such sweet passionate love together, ooh.
The secondary characters completely upstaged the main characters, those poor things.
Why does it have to have romance? Ugh.
I want to be a cheerleader too. Where do I sign up?
Oh people, must we be this unremarkable and generic?