The Virgin and the Viscount by Charis Michaels
The worst thing about this story is the eye-rolling title. Nearly everything else about it is just so fine.
The worst thing about this story is the eye-rolling title. Nearly everything else about it is just so fine.
A perfect antidote to the bittersweet aftertaste of that last Marvel Cinematic Universe movie. Fun, frothy, and shallow in a good way.
The legendary William Shatner directed this farce of an idiot and a sex bot. I laugh because… dude, William Shatner!
It’s “Let’s finally watch the first movie now that the sequel is just around the corner!” time with a yummy hitman.
I’m marrying Gabe Caldera and raising fifteen kids with a smile on my face. Oh screw it. I’d get a nanny.
If you can adjust your expectations, this werewolf comedy (yes, really) will be easily one of the most entertaining episodes of this series.
I know, another four-oogie book! Either I’m losing my touch or it’s really my lucky week.
I have some reservations about the story, but the hero and especially the heroine carry this one straight to the finish line.
Oh my goodness, I’ve almost forgotten what a four-oogie read feels like.
Here we go again: a lone woman versus a bunch of violent men who want to torture and eat her.