Captivated Love by Yasmin Sullivan
One’s a clingy baby, one’s a go-getter player. Guess which one is the hero. (Hint: the cry baby.)
One’s a clingy baby, one’s a go-getter player. Guess which one is the hero. (Hint: the cry baby.)
The heroine is great, but the rest of the story is either okay or cracked.
How dangerous can wandering around a haunted-looking house be?
This is one of the sweetest darlings of a three-oogie read I’ve come across.
A competently written tale of played out drama. The author is far too good for this book, I’d like to think.
Come scream at people taking ten hours to cross the kitchen and other scary stuff.
Threesomes, everybody-somes… wait a minute, monogamous happy endings? What kind of erotica is this?
It’s both a fun trashy read and a manual on how cheating married men behave and think.
The whole thing is like taking drugs while listening to hippie music. Quite… interesting.
It loses a lot of cool points for leaving out Go Down Singing, the Tumblr anthem of the 2010s.