Last Chance Saloon by Marian Keyes
How did the author go from Watermelon to this dire clichéd thing?

How did the author go from Watermelon to this dire clichéd thing?

Gretchen Mol is such a terrible actress.

Intellectual erotica? Oh please, the average romance author does this so much better.

This one is over the top silly that it’s almost funny. Almost.

Should we blame Janet Evanovich for the proliferation of dotty old people in mystery stories?

The hero is an ass but that’s okay, he’s Scots and Scots can’t do anything wrong!

Western romances are quite scarce these days, and I guess, so is innovation. Or originality.

The hero and the heroine are so clueless, it’s a wonder they could even breathe with their heads so deep up their rear ends.

The main characters are such ninnies. The title is indeed prophetic.

This one is just meh with some side helping of ugh.
