
The Pretender by Barbara Miller
At least this time they didn’t waste a hot guy cover on a crappy book!

At least this time they didn’t waste a hot guy cover on a crappy book!
Native Americans PETA embrace the wind white men are garbage freedom mountains buzzwords et cetera.
Talk about slow and lethargic pacing and everything else.
The hero is just too much here; I can’t appreciate how he just steamrollers the heroine over and over.
At last, the series is over! It’s finally over… right?
The hero coming off like an addled fool is the only source of entertainment here.
This is a painful manual on how to have sex is the name of responsibility and what not.
A category romance author makes her single title debut with a slightly longer single title.
Why pair a feminist to a man who will only hold her back? I don’t get it.
These two have sex – indeed, again and again. I’m sure there is a plot in here. Somewhere.