Happy Gris Gris Productions, $0.99, ISBN 978-1370668922
Contemporary Romance, 2016

When it comes to the romance genre, masks are far more responsible for people losing their underpants and inhibitions, when compared to alcohol. Don’t don and drive, or something.

Cherie Claire’s Carnival Confessions is another example of this.

Cameron Reed doesn’t like his attorney colleague Stephanie Bertrand much, because he feels that she is some pampered bimbo, et cetera. This is because she’s from a rich family, you see? Women like it when the men they crush on are loaded, but men that crush on women that are loaded can sometimes protest too much.

Anyway, during a Mardi Gras ball, he tries to warn Stephanie that her fiancé is likely stepping out on her, but she can’t recognize him because… plot?

At any rate, the whole she can’t recognize him thing doesn’t matter in the end, so I guess the author just wants the heroine to appear dumb. If yes, mission accomplished it is.

Instead, Stephanie reveals that she’s gotten the hots on some dude named Cameron Reed, and oh, she’s just blue because she thinks that he’s not reciprocating her sincere horny vibes for him.

What do you think happens next?

Sure, she’s drunk and she thinks he’s someone else, but you know how it is. She’s gotten what she has wanted anyway, so happy giggles, here’s the happy ending.

The whole thing is just so sweet and wholesome, and I can totally believe that a pure and true clear spring of love can flow from his crotch into the heart of swooning readers everywhere.

Sigh.

Is there a point to all of this? Copium for people that had gotten drunk and waken up with people that they’d really rather not remember, much less talk about? This quick read won’t erase those memories, you know.

Anyway. Anyway.