The Lion of Venice by Deborah Johns
Ooh, Venice. This one is fit to be drowned in the canals, though.

Ooh, Venice. This one is fit to be drowned in the canals, though.

I think every horrid trope and cliché is present here.

I have no idea what is going on here.

Oh god, all the dumb drama and histrionics in this story make me want to jump off a ledge.

Does the author even know what she is doing here? This is ghastly.

Is this the most boring country music ever?

This is animal cruelty.

This hypocritical exploitative thing tries so hard to pretend to be something it isn’t, I actually feel insulted.

Holy cow, just how much drama does the author intend to force inside this thing anyway?

Beautiful women must be punished for making men feel all horny and such. Stone them!
