
Prince Charming by Robin Wells
Let’s douse gasoline on this thing and set it on fire!

Let’s douse gasoline on this thing and set it on fire!
Stupid, stupid.
Ugh. Just horrid.
So many mopey vampire dudes paired with imbecile virgins.
The heroine is genuinely convinced that a statue is her soulmate. Good thing it comes alive to roger her silly.
The heroine is so child-like that this story becomes creepy.
I like the song by Madonna far better than this book, and I don’t even like that song.
Someone thought it was a good idea to let Thea Devine terrify Harlequin Temptation readers.
If this is godly fiction, no wonder there are atheists.
Which comes first, the stroke or the insane shrieking banshee lunatic act? It’s hard to tell.