A Date at the Altar by Cathy Maxwell
The heroine of this one wins this year’s prestigious DIE YOU STUPID TWIT DIE, DIE, DIE award.

The heroine of this one wins this year’s prestigious DIE YOU STUPID TWIT DIE, DIE, DIE award.

This movie is a complete humiliation of everyone involved in it. Nobody escapes with their dignity intact.

The shrinks are wrong. Solving an assassination and boinking in the process are the real cure for phobias, alcoholism, and assholery.

The hero isn’t bad, but the heroine makes me want to slash my wrists just to get away from her.

Why does the author keep doing this to me? What did I do to deserve all this agony?

I’ve got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby. Come with me Friday, don’t say maybe…

India is love. This one, however, is quite the ugh.

It’s Arcane Society in space! Kill it! Kill it!

It takes something to make a second time romance believable, and that something is nowhere a thing here.

I never thought I’d say this, but so many shots of pasty rear ends and other bared male flesh still can’t save this interminably dull mess.
