The Playa’s Handbook by Brenda Jackson
Here’s a familiar tale: all men are gods despite what skanks they are, but any woman who wants to steal our men are sluts and skanks who must DIE.

Here’s a familiar tale: all men are gods despite what skanks they are, but any woman who wants to steal our men are sluts and skanks who must DIE.

I like this one, but I dislike it as well. I’m conflicted, but a book that does that to me isn’t necessarily an awful one.

Ah yes, don’t we all just love a man who insists on dictating every one of our thought, emotion, and action?

No midnight magic for this baby.

Simply… oh, let’s just pretend this never happened, shall we?

Oh wait, a chick-lit romp set in… Antarctica?

This is probably the best story ever to feature a hero named Mecan. It is so good that we should all hold hands and say, “Me too!”

The author is finding her groove in writing mainstream women’s fiction.

Mystery authors, romance authors. Guess which ones come out tops.
