To Charm a Prince by Patricia Grasso
There are times when this one is so bad, it’s good. But most of the time, it’s just bad.
There are times when this one is so bad, it’s good. But most of the time, it’s just bad.
What could have been an emotional read is marred by too-easy resolutions.
Oh god, the irrational heroine.
Lorraine Heath moves her story to England, and the first result turns out to be completely forgettable.
Generic, generic, generic, generic, generic.
Watching this joyless flick is indeed like taking a wrong turn.
I’m drifting down the river, alright, out of this creepy place.
More like a haven for plot lice.
Hey, who is Donna Jordan? The rest can just go away.
Wait, is that Cindi Louis’s name I see on the cover? Ooh…