Dance Upon the Air by Nora Roberts
Where’s the magic? In the bank accounts? You don’t need magic for that kind of fun…

Where’s the magic? In the bank accounts? You don’t need magic for that kind of fun…

Another heroine who turns dumb dumb after falling for some boring git. Charming.

This one is a cheesy mess that still manages to miss the right spots.

This is an imperfect kind of success.

If you’ve ever dreamed of shagging your babysitter, this one is patterned after your heart.

Not exactly groundbreaking, but good enough for a comfy read.

The characters are all wrong for me, but they are right for one another.

So many irritating children. Please throw them out!

The phrase “just okay” is invented for books like this.

There are five ghastly kids in this story. Beware!
