
Victoria Beckham by Victoria Beckham
Well, this settles the question as to whether she can sing. Answer: barely.

Well, this settles the question as to whether she can sing. Answer: barely.
So bad, so bad, almost good.
Romance and erotic authors are not necessarily one and the same.
Martyrs, bedside healing, castles, whiners… yes, this is another cookie-cutter mediocre medieval romance.
I think creepy heroines is the author’s specialty.
Comeliness is absent here – try boring-ness.
Not so aaaaaah about Kwanzaa here.
This is like a cartoon that isn’t aware that it is a cartoon.
This one has so many secondary characters from other books that it’s like a pointless party with boring people.
The implausibly stupid and oblivious heroine kills this one.