Panty Snatcher by Chelsea Camaron
Will you be disappointed should I tell you that the hero, not the heroine, is the panty snatcher in question?

Will you be disappointed should I tell you that the hero, not the heroine, is the panty snatcher in question?

I think the entertainment factor is lost too. It sure isn’t here.

Cheap can be beautiful, but this one is more like a knock-off of a designer label.

This one would have put me to sleep if that child actor would just stop screaming. God.

This one is more of a sluggish slap in the rear end than a hard punch in the gut,

Even Viggo Mortensen in white briefs can’t save this movie.

Don’t look at me, I bought this book for Janice Sims’s story.

Hello, white woman. Do you secretly crave to have a noble savage injun rain onto your face?

It’s a big scary house story that delivers fewer thrills than the most formulaic Blumhouse flick.

A few people will be firing their agents soon, I bet, because this Artemis is foul.
