Drive by Teresa Noelle Roberts
Ooh, hot cover, As for the story, well, there’s a younger man, some cars, some bang bang boom stuff… it’s okay.
Ooh, hot cover, As for the story, well, there’s a younger man, some cars, some bang bang boom stuff… it’s okay.
The heroine in this one must be the mother of modern psychiatry. No? Could have fooled me.
This book is so average, I can’t think of anything interesting to say here. Uh… click the link?
This is a polished and well-written story, but I just ain’t feeling the magic.
With a title like that, what kind of movie do you think this is?
There isn’t much excitement here, just awesomely perfect people basking in one another’s amazing aura.
Please don’t hurt the hero. You’ll make him say hateful things and throw a tantrum or two.
The hero is whiny, mopey, petty, and – worst of all – bewildering. Nothing worse than a crybaby that makes no sense.
Wait, the usual “Marry me, or I will get all melodramatic about my life woes!” proposal is considered wicked now?
It’s a pretty fun story, but it can also be a bit of a disappointment.