Dead on Course by Marva Dale
Oh baby. This one could have been one fabulously sleazy and fun read, but the author just phoned home when things were getting good.

Oh baby. This one could have been one fabulously sleazy and fun read, but the author just phoned home when things were getting good.

How this one ends up in my hard drive is a mystery. Maybe it’s like that Annabel doll, it just shows up to bring despair to all.

Yay, another episode of popular horror tropes being defecated upon!

This is anti-fracking propaganda masquerading as a horror film, and Hollywood is crap at even pretending to be sincere about these things.

The author is more focused on showing off how many long sentences one can cram into a short story, than to actually tell a story.

This one makes a good case of why a dumbass man with empty pockets is a big no for romance.

Clive Barker reveals that he may be great at horror, but he’s pretty crap at erotica.

Once again, a hot handsome guy saves a heroine from her own bumbling ways.

Flee, you fools! Fungi are coming to killing us all!

This is just cartoon characters screaming at one another. What happened?
