Rules of Attraction by Christina Dodd
The author saved the worst hero for the last book in this series. Just awesome.
The author saved the worst hero for the last book in this series. Just awesome.
Where’s my airbag?
And it’s a bleak, bleak world to exist in.
Why can’t this be about boinking brothers?
This one is more of a mumbo-jumbo hippy woo-woo treatise than anything else.
You need coffee, alright, because the music won’t keep you awake.
The lunatics in Lot 7B are totally big fat F material.
This is so gross, degrading, and reliant on the assumption that a woman will love a man, no matter what an ass he is, just because.
This book is a sad mess, and it’s a shame.
This is what happens when people take a ham like Hannibal Lecter too seriously.