Emerald by Lauren Royal
Clichés everywhere I see and go…
Clichés everywhere I see and go…
Two books in and the author is already recycling her plots and characters? Oh dear.
Cheesy outdoor sex is the most memorable thing about this dreary rehash of clichés.
By the numbers, this one is… well, by the numbers.
Someone is really trying very hard to be the new Catherine Anderson.
Yawn. This one feels like a join-the-dots, paint-by-numbers thing.
Martyrs, martyrs everywhere…
Average story with an extra wallop of crazy. Tread carefully, people.
Incompetent darlings, creepy sisters, rakes… the usual boring stuff with little that stands out.
I don’t know about you, but I think the author wants to sell me some property in Buffalo Valley.