Out! by JL Merrow
Sigh. Here we have stereotyping and shallow laughs passed off as a celebration of diversity and bisexuality acceptance.
Sigh. Here we have stereotyping and shallow laughs passed off as a celebration of diversity and bisexuality acceptance.
It’s posing for a painting and shagging a hot guy or facing a fate worst than death: deportment back to England.
Amnesia, wealthy people, dead granny… how cute, this is a soap opera with a happy ending.
One of the guys is a minister, but the author chooses to serve a typical romance story instead. Pity.
The romance makes it easy to almost overlook the flaws in the story. Almost.
Trapped! A madman! Fire, fire, everywhere! It’s pretty readable for something this short.
There is more mystery than romance here, which is a problem because the author isn’t exactly a master at delivering suspense and mystery.
The hero has a leg fetish and a habit of photographing his conquests in sexy poses. Rest of the story is the same old stuff, though.
A PI versus the creepy things in this world. Somehow, I still think I’d rather call Harry D’Amour.
For a story with such annoying and childish main characters, the romance still feels right in all the wrong ways.