Shamara by Catherine Spangler
There could have been adventures, intrigue, dangers… but we’re more obsessed about the heroine’s purity.
There could have been adventures, intrigue, dangers… but we’re more obsessed about the heroine’s purity.
Bring out the Kleenex, people, as the melodramatic fat high note squeezer has a covers album out.
The author demonstrates that she was as bad back in those days as she is these days.
Let’s leave it alone.
Why am I still bothering with this author’s books? They are all the same.
The hero’s inability to treat his wife with any shred of decency sinks this one.
Deadbeat daddy is love, but the mother of his baby is a SLUT WHO MUST DIE. The double standards here are practically radioactive.
The author tries too hard and reaches too far in this one. It’s okay; rookie mistakes – we’ve all done them.
The characters’ chemistry are okay, but everything else needs a lot more work.
This is old school terrible fantasy romance. Do we really want to go back to those days?