Secret Admirer & Lady Killer by Michele Jaffe
Two books for the price of one… and at the cost of your brain cells as well.

Two books for the price of one… and at the cost of your brain cells as well.

This one lowers the bar when it comes to the minimum IQ needed to star in a romance novel.

Finally, the conclusion limps to an ending that is as wretched as everything else in the trilogy.

So many sluts in the world, oh god – someone needs to protect our male slut hero from them!

The poor heroine gets played like a ping pong ball by the hero and his twin brother. Cringe levels to the max.

This one is so, so, so unbelievably dumb that it is almost entertaining. Almost.

This is the script that even Looney Tunes rejected.

Ugh, another waste of time.

Being a victim is always so romantic!

God… help… please… make… it… stop…
