
Fat Chance by Terry Campbell
No chance.

No chance.
When twatface and moron meet and mate… shudder.
And an eternity in pain.
Ugh, on the bright side, at least the trilogy of abhorrent nastiness is done with.
Are you waiting for the author to return to the world of Skye O’Malley? Well, bring a pillow, it’s a boring ride.
Westlife – making boredom a new kind of herpes since 1311.
Predictable and dull, with a side helping of the heroine acting like a dim-witted klutz. Lovely!
This one can make the reader feel like hanging herself in despair.
Everyone in this dank and depressing story can just get lost and die.