
The Brass Octopus by Cornelia Amiri
Respect women for their brains… but first, the heroine needs to show off her cleavage to the hero.

Respect women for their brains… but first, the heroine needs to show off her cleavage to the hero.
The guy on the cover just won’t stop whining and complaining about everything.
This whole thing won’t have happened if the main character had known the guy first before jumping him.
Another morality tale about not forming parasocial relationships with e-thots.
It’s like They Live, but without anything of note.
This show can’t even do marital drama right, ugh.
I don’t have the patience for this thing.
Oh god, those creepy adult children are back…
Morons can’t be trusted with satanic goodies.
This is the equivalent of a try to stay awake challenge.